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.
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.
It is music that goes beyond music, an inexplicable sort of spell that hides behind an apparently simple and reassuring façade.
There are three almost hidden tracks, one after the other, three perfect songs that will tear your heart to pieces.
The beauty of Sigur Rós's music is intangible; their success is inexplicable.
A drug for the ears, the mind, the heart. Simply: the best band on the planet!!!
The northern ice has melted under a new sun.
An emotional masterpiece, a unique work.
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...