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Rating: Be careful my friends, because this is where clichés come to an end and rhetorical phrases stop, this is where hypocrisy and convenient discussions end, where preconceived notions and idle chatter cease. Here, you enter a strange place, in some peculiar part of the universe, in some strange and indefinable era. Here, you enter the temple, let's remove our hats and bow our heads.
This is where you are left breathless and speechless and must not make noise so as not to disturb the gentle and sweet whisper of the God of Music.
This is "Takk…" (the new gift from Sigur Rós) which for three days has left me here, immobile, incredulous, and speechless. The perfect synthesis between the lighter and more harmonious first-born and the darker and sadder second has given life to the perfect child, joyful and sweet and dark and violent all at the same moment.
It is an inescapable album, that runs after you and sooner or later it catches you, there is no illusion of making it, of escaping. It chases you, corners you, and then devours you.
It is music that goes beyond music, an inexplicable sort of spell that hides, behind an apparently simple and reassuring façade and a "normal" architecture made of "normal" chords and sounds, from bells to strings to trumpets, the ability to once again be surprising, unexpected, and splendid.
"Takk…" welcomes you gently, takes you into the magical forest, and will accompany you with its slow and sinuous soundtrack, with strange barely whispered words, with soft and reassuring sounds. Inevitably after a few minutes, you will already be surrendered and abandoned to enchantment. It is a path to follow, a road to something that will save us, follow it all the way even if you will never know where it leads, just follow it, the music will guide you.
There will be things to watch and listen to and at a certain point, a strange scrappy band will pass by. Then there will be time to reflect, to ask yourself questions about happiness and sadness and maybe about your own life, and suddenly there will be a need to run breathlessly and scream and then stop and stay silent waiting. And then start again.
There will be the white ice and the usual frost.
It is a magnificent journey this "Takk…", a lucid and spectacular dream, an experience to have.
But be careful, there are pitfalls within it, there are secrets. When you least expect it, bullets come from the dark, straight to the heart without escape. There are three almost hidden tracks, one after the other, three perfect songs that will tear your heart to pieces, that will split your soul in half and leave you lying on the floor in the dark unable to get up.
I took this journey with "Takk…" and since I returned, my heart is in pieces, and my soul is bleeding. I'm still lying on the floor but to tell the truth... it seems to me that I'm happy.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
02 Glósóli (06:15)
Nú vaknar þú
Allt virðist vera breytt
Eg gægist út
En er svo ekki neitt
Ur-skóna finn svo
A náttfötum hún
I draumi fann svo
Eg hékk á koðnun?
Með sólinni er hún
Og er hún, inni hér
En hvar ert þú....
Legg upp í göngu
Og tölti götuna
Sé ekk(ert) út
Og nota stjörnurnar
Sit(ur) endalaust hún
Og klifrar svo út.
Glósóli-leg hún
Komdu út
Mig vaknar draum-haf
Mitt hjartað, slá
Ufið hár.
Sturlun við fjar-óð
Sem skyldu-skrá.
Og hér ert þú...
Fannst mér.....
Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....
Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....
Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....
Og hér ert þú
03 Hoppípolla (04:28)
Brosandi
Hendumst í hringi
Höldumst í hendur
Allur heimurinn óskýr
Nema þú stendur
Rennblautur
Allur rennvotur
Engin gúmmístígvél
Hlaupandi inn í okkur
Vill springa út úr skel
Vindurinn
Og útilykt af hárinu þínu
Eg lamdi eins fast og ég get
Með nefinu mínu
Hoppípolla
I engum stígvélum
Allur rennvotur (rennblautur)
I engum stígvélum
Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp
(Hopelandic)
Og ég fæ blóðnasir
Og ég stend alltaf upp
(Hopelandic)
11 Heysátan (04:09)
Heysátan
Höfðum þau hallí ró
En ég sló
Eg sló tún
Eg hef slegið fjandans nóg
En ég sló
Heysátan
Þá fer að fjúka út
Ut í mó.. (ég dró)
Heyvagn á massey ferguson
Því hann gaf undan
Og mér fótur rann... Andskotann
Eg varð undan
Og nú hvíli hér
Með beyglað der
Og sáttur halla nú höfði hér
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By Totisque
The emotions you feel when listening to this music are comparable to those... simple, pure emotions.
Takk... conveys light, shadows, melancholy, happiness. These are the emotions I felt.
By Alex1965
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By just_a_dream
The northern ice has melted under a new sun.
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By The Punisher
Guys, open your eyes. Everything has already been said here (and we’re immensely grateful for this) but where’s the novelty?
Certainly talented, no one disputes this, but asking to shell out 20 or 25 bucks for something 'I’ve already heard' seems a bit perverse...
