Handing. It. Over...
It’s cold, it’s dark, it’s rainy. It’s sleepy, and it doesn’t seem caffeine can hit the bloodstream fast enough.

I need a sweater and some emotion. As such, I’m not bringing you something new, I’m bringing you something beautiful, that I re-found the other night.



Bjork: Who Is It? (Bogdan Raczynski's shooting stars and asteroids mix)

Let’s face it: Medulla, as a whole, fuck. ing. Sucked. If Vespertine was beaty-ballads for those who got turned on in an erotically mental fashion by Ray Of Light, then the follow-up was Bjork failing at experimenting with her experiments.

However, the album had a handful of songs that have become moments of sheer bliss. “Who is it?” was one of them. The Bogdan Raczynski version of this song, purported to be the unused original demo, finaly surfaced on now-sold-out-entirely 12” vinyl a year or two back. You know how Bjork likes to keep stuff kicking around for years, until her songs turn into wondrous swans and fly away to ValSwanChalla, the heaven for Jewish Icelandic Swans, arpeggios and Joanna Newsom.


On making this track, Bogdan told the Miami Times: 'We literally bumped into each other while I was playing onstage, doing vertical jumps, trying to smash the tables and maximum raving, and apparently she was too. It was a beautiful thing we did together.'

And it is a beautiful. Fucking. Thing. I say “fucking” and mean it literally, because, as Bogdan explains above, it’s a collision of forces, of energy, of Bjork’s vocal sentiments and emotion with Bodgan’s music energy. Despite the fact that his Rephlex label

a)isn’t doing anything notable as of late

and

b)has the day-to-day operations run by a bunch of arrogant toolshed chinscratchers

this is indespendable. It’s not drum and bass. It’s not glitch. It’s not atmospheric.

It just is. This is, on cold days, the only sound that needs to be heard.

If you’re hearing this for the first time, enjoy. This is a favorite of mine. At my essence, if you will.

Watch for comets...



Cross your fingers and hope that Boomkat has a copy floating around.

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