The first time I listened to this album, I was in complete shock. Not necessarily because of it's sound - it's a Björk album no doubt about it - but because my first reaction was this is a total mess. Incoherent, lacking melody, lacking songs. The past 10 years Björk has definitely moved towards the more avant-garde, but there was usually something that made it all gel into some sort of a pop record. But with Utopia, her ninth as a solo artist, all the lines were blurred, and all felt very unfocused to me. But Björk not only challenges herself on every album, she also challenges the listener, and low and behold the richness of this began to unveil itself. I had to reprogram my brain for what this is; instead of waiting for this to finally reveal its pop side, I listened to it as a more of a tapestry. Once I did, even songs like 'Sue Me', her final "fuck you" to ex and father of her youngest child, turned from an offensive aural mess, to a gorgeous display of chaotic, confident anger. With a little patience, the reward of entering Björk's Utopia, not yours, crystalizes.