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Rating: As people are still finding their places in the cavea and the chatter of those already seated highlights the inattentive expressions of the audience, among the general absent-mindedness, the Amina quartet takes the stage, already creators of the string parts in ().
The stage is a collection of unusual instruments, where the keyboards, which characterize those sought-after expansive atmospheres typical of Sigur Ròs, stand out above all. The set of instruments used by Amina seems like a child's toy collection: colorful bells, xylophones, glockenspiels, and crystal glasses; and it is to them that their music seems to speak, to the children (or the little elves). So, as the last daylight disappears behind the buildings of the Roman metropolis, delicate crystalline patterns are woven in the air by the pure sounds of violins, which gently blend with what seems like the sound of a thousand music boxes.
When the four young girls leave the stage amid the audience's applause, some white sheets unfurl from above, covering the entire stage and, amid the general excitement, the silhouettes of Jònsi, Georg, Kjartan, and Orri take their places on the stage and the notes of the intro begin.
Powder of crystals. Delicate aerial threads.
Webs and dew under a cold sun.
Ethereal wings support us.
Drops in the wind.
The white sheets rise as the rarefied sounds of "Ny batterì" intertwine with overlapping sampled sound effects. Evanescent images and nebulous human shapes are projected in the background.
Then devastating sonic implosions ignite the cold landscapes created, deforming them under the bass's majesty and the rough heaviness of the drums, offering the silent audience moments of genuine mental deviation.
The sounds escape, I can grasp them momentarily before they flee elsewhere, leaving around me deserts of ice and impossible spaces filled with the minimalist sounds of "Svefn-g-englar" and the commanding sonic bursts of "Untitled #7", with liquid and expanded atmospheres and notes as sharp as a thousand sheets of paper.
Truly intense was the performance of "Viðrar vel til loftárása", and endowed with profound energy was that of "Untitled #1".
Pearls on velvet.
Childlike smiles on a purple background.
Nocturnal amplifications of the unconscious.
The sheets unfurl again to the concluding notes of "Untitled #8". The lights dim.
Reason returns.
And clear images resurface...
...where there was emptiness before.
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