Vulnicura doesn't have the reach-out-and-grab-your-attention quality of Björk's more technicolor works, but it possesses a dramatic weight in its own right.
This is tension, then more tension, then even more tension on the chorus until your subconscious has been thoroughly scrambled; only then does release come, usually in the form of a gnarled guitar solo.
Finally Famous remains stuck in a lyrical ouroboros, with Sean pointing out that he’s so hot that he had to get famous, which is why he’s so hot.
Much of Hurricane sounds like the aural equivalent of the most intimidating teacher at an English private school who parties her charges under the table and then dispenses a bit of wisdom.