Before you start Björk‘s Utopia, picture the scene (if you’re old enough): it’s the 90s. Your teacher wheels in a TV with a VCR under it. They pull out a chunky old videotape from a dusty BBC sleeve, the one with the red, green, and blue stripe down it. In it goes, and out of the TV blasts the ridiculously bass-heavy sound of some nature or science documentary with a very distinct muzak-by-way-of-Classic FM sort of vibe. That’s the easiest (and, yes, most reductive) way to sum up Björk’s new album.