Björk is, among other things, something of an acquired taste - one I don't believe I have acquired.
With a profound admiration for either her native creativity or her choice in stylists, I'm willing to give her big props as a visual object (I even liked the swan dress!).
The real test comes when she opens her mouth. I think she generally sounds like a sick and rapidly weakening cat, which sort of ruins the gamine general effect.
Can't fault the outer-space geisha drag, though, no?