My hero: Björk

BjörkLike pretty much all the good music I discovered as a teenager, Björk's songs first came to me through the shared wall between my bedroom and that of my elder sister. Among the early-90s rave and jungle that I hated (and would, years later, sneak into her bedroom to borrow) I occasionally heard a record by a girl who sang as though she was fighting off dogs. Since I was listening exclusively to punk at the time, it was this voice, with its distorted screech – the vocal equivalent of scr...

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