AAC-M4A download link: - https://www.mediafire.com/?7z4zdqa35pk1bb0 - Setlist:
06. Hidden Place
08. One Day
10. Pagan Poetry
11. Army Of Me
12. Mutual Core
13. Hyperballad (NOT PERFORMED)
14. Pluto (NOT PERFORMED)
15. Náttúra (NOT PERFORMED)
16. Sonnets / Unrealities XI (NOT PERFORMED)
17. Declare Independence (NOT PERFORMED)
[Different Prespective With Chating/Talking]
"We Have To Document These Tours"
audio curtsy of jessica fanyson
http://www.youtube.com/user/dvotedmileyfan9808/videos CD cover curtsy of benjicoq. pictures curtsy of www.bjork.fr
made from youtube rips + re-encoded to AAC-M4A [superiour björklossless sound] by
i take my hat off for a chicago thunderstorm : had to leave out the last 4 stompers : get off stage : wouldnt do it for anyone else !! "We’ve been informed by the weather service we have to get off stage. Wouldn’t be much in Iceland, I’ll tell you that much." — Björk
Thanks in part to the steamy night, and creeping cluster of rain clouds closing in overhead, the strange stage spectacle felt tribal. Sputtering beats and rising voices made new songs like “Thunderbolt” and older classics like “Joga” sound floating on sparse landscapes. The eerie mood dominated the first hour until her set switched to crunching techno, thanks to songs from her past (“Army of Me”) and present (“Mutual Core”).
lire la suite : Voices - Sun-Times Blog
The backing band is your standard drummer, choir, Macintosh and giant Tesla coil setup. You know, that old combo. The Tesla coil is a hexagonal tube cage that hangs in the rafters above Björk’s head. It is first used in "Thunderbolt," as it was originally on her most recent album Biophilia, but adds crackling bass to a storming "Army of Me." Electric bolts tickle each other like snake tongues inside the cade. Near the stage you can practically feel it in your teeth. It’s fucking awesome. The all-female choir is even cooler. In "Mutual Core," the choir huddles and squats in a ring. In the build-up to the chorus, the sing a crescendo and slowly rise. As the song climaxes in a frenzy of drum breaks and buzzing electronics (and raw lightning electricity), the choir lets loose in a ritual dance, shaking their arms like mescaline shamans.
lire la suite : Time Out Chicago