Her ninth record ... is the obligatory break-up album, one sung with extraordinarily renewed power. It hardly seems like a conscious uncoupling: the Icelandic diva bleeds utter devastation, drenched in strings and despair.
Like all of the band’s most recent albums, ‘Girls in Peacetime…’ contains a handful of gobsmackingly great songs and a lot of less inspiring material, varying from the teeth-grittingly quirky to the likeably dreamy and tender.
Like your maths homework, you’ll need to give it your full attention. It’s not background music for a party, unless your parties involve sitting around a MacBook reading Pitchfork.
Over 13 songs, it darts from ramshackle indie-rock inspired by Crutchfield’s 1990s heroines to more stripped down singer-songwriter fare. But there’s definite experimentation and expansion here too.