On a palette as cluttered with ideas and guest stars as this, maintaining thematic focus could have, in lesser hands, been tricky.
RTJ2 is a steamroller of an album, packed with enough assonance and alliteration to school an AP English literature class.
Imagine a mirror which distorts not just the reflection, but reality itself, and you have a fair idea of the stunning legacy to which Syro triumphantly belongs.
LP1 is more than just a confident debut album. It's primordial in a way that Björk herself has often attempted but frequently short-circuited letting her cognizance get in the way.
Granduciel is clearly still drawn to his rock roots, but as the gap between him and those influences widens, it become suffused with anxiety and dread, the sort of existential ambivalence that Lost in the Dream masterfully conveys with its vast distorted spaces.
Ultraviolence finds her stripping away much of the sonic, if not thematic, pretense...or at least substituting it with a new one.
Her guitar may be her primary tool for shaking up and complicating otherwise strictly defined songwriting, but Clark's voice remains the thing that defines her material, the glittering lynchpin of the glorious, ever-expanding world she's created.