Bad, bad song. Just terrible
Lyrically facile, gratingly delivered, structurally retarded, and about as aurally pleasing as the dregs of a digital hardcore b-sides compilation.
And thats before you even consider its place on the album. Penultimate track, sandwiched between the lush timbaland/kora Hope and the sensual final track. And these run into each other so much better. I mean, Volta isn't the most sonically cohesive album ever, but 'declare independence' sticks out like a piss sodden tramp at a beauty pageant.
Seriously Bjork, what the fuck is your game? This track almost ruins the entire album.
Final word goes to the NME: "Declare Independence could be the new-rave national anthem"..... Nuff said