Sigur Rós

Listening to them is like living in a film, like looking down at the Icelandic landscape, like walking or running through those valleys with the breeze gently assaulting you, sometimes with hints of a storm that slow your pace and confuse everything, pure ecstasy, a sound that captivates you and hands you over into the arms of Morpheus (not the trequartista Mimmo), until... you realize that morning has come and it’s time to get up and go to work.