There is no shortage of poor selections a “woman” can make at karaoke. From Alanis Morissette’s boner killing “You Oughta Know” to Shania Twain’s “Man! I Feel Like A Woman,” there are infinite ways to disappoint and drive away an audience. But possibly among the worst of selections is “It’s Oh So Quiet” by the only Icelandic superstar we have ever known, Björk.
Often favored by the “girl” who fancies herself “super quirky!,” this song is frequently chosen with the intent of delighting and surprising those unfamiliar with its disparate cadences–and, of course, getting the “man” in search of the manic pixie dream girl utterly hard. But with her off-key whispering at the intro, overly high-pitched chirp when the time comes to scream, “And so peaceful until–you fall in love, zing boom!” and presumed wearing of a babydoll dress or some other such 90s garb made faux from being sold at Forever 21, there’s no worse sight or sound to bear witness to whilst attempting to be a respectful audience participant.
But there can be no respect for the “woman” who gets off on her self-deluded “cuteness.” It works for Björk, sure, but it ain’t replicable in others, least of all white wisps not born in Iceland.
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