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Rating: The Garden Gnomes Who Were the Giants of the Ice Island.
It is a harsh reality to realize that even the pure ones, those we thought were incorruptible, have a price and have descended from the volcano summit to accept a compromise: that of selling Iceland, therefore, for English pop. Advertising, tours, fame... this is the means by which they offered themselves to everyone instead of being Unique.
The sudden mist is gradually disappearing. The elves vanish in the dim lights to transform into garden gnomes drinking the Queen's tea at five in the afternoon.
The strange Nordic sounds have faded away, the experimental combinations whose taste was not yet known but savored with the thrill of discovery. Surprising us.
The tinkling of bells remains, distant memory of the consistency of ice, towards the light that is already changing hue, through the air in which it spreads, under the certain percussions of hands that have become skilled.
Sigur Rós have studied, improving their technique. Losing a bit of their naturalness and spontaneity. Perhaps their managers have learned the lesson all too well.
Despite a loss of color, Jónsi's superb and powerful voice is the caress of what once was. The more accurate orchestration, the bow on the guitar and the new drummer, preserve the hope of a fascinating return to their origins.
Despite everything, there is no nostalgia, because live they unleash a vital force of unstoppable energy, and a style, still unmistakable.
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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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...
