There is a child named Glòsòli who, one day, wakes up, rises from his bed, and notices that everything outside his window is dark. There is no more light. Thus begins his journey in search of the Sun, which he thinks has been stolen by someone.
This is roughly the beginning of the beautiful fairy tale that underlies "Takk..." ("thank you" in Icelandic). And it is around these fairy tale atmospheres that this new, great work of the band from afar unfolds.
The emotions you feel when listening to this music are comparable to those that any person has in their heart when they see a dewdrop ready to fall from the tip of a lily petal among the hedges of their garden: simple, pure emotions.
Much more similar to "Agaetis Byrjun", for those airy, yet imperceptible and melancholic sounds, than to "()", more dark and heavy (but still great). The songs (even if calling them that is reductive) share a single, fundamental aspect: they rise in intensity from almost silence, grow, and then reach a thrilling climax of guitars and percussion (Sigur Ròs are consistent: this is their trademark). This is how it is for the cheerful "Glòsòli", and so it is for the beautiful "Hoppìpolla", introduced by faint piano notes, to which strings and drums are added, a joyous and memorable ascent.
An ascent that seems to continue in "Meò Blòònasir", quite similar in rhythm, and more generally in sound (though much calmer). The sound of a music box and grand violins seem to inspire the shrill voice of Jonsi in "Sè lest", in which a playful march of trumpets almost reminiscent of the passage of a king among the adoring crowd of his principality finds space. With "Saeglòpur", there's a leap back towards "()": piano highlighted, distant and echoing voice just like the guitars and once again powerful percussion (one of the constants in all of Sigur Ròs's work). And if "Mìlanò" allows the listener to catch their breath, despite the continuous ascent towards the usual strong blend of piano/guitars, drums (only to slightly but gradually descend in intensity), with the beautiful "Gong", you get to one of the most "pop" tracks, in my opinion, of the Icelandic band's discography: drums, guitars, and violins are still there, but here the rhythm is different, much faster and obsessive, with Jonsi's voice stretching out immensely, oscillating and wonderful in its "howls".
After the somewhat subdued interlude of "Andvari", with "Svo Hljòtt", the album reaches its peak of maximum inspiration, involvement, and beauty: a melancholic ballad, initially accompanied only by the piano and the singer's voice, then joined by the drums, first from the background, then forceful, strings, and guitars. The crescendo is majestic: this song would have been perfect both in "Agaetis Byrjun" and in "()". A must, simply exceptional.
And, as a worthy conclusion to a great album, we find "Heysàtan": the circle closes as it opened. Almost in silence, like a lullaby. What Glòsòli hears after finishing his adventure, after tucking himself in and going to bed, tired but happy for having found the sun.
And turns off the light.
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!!!
Sigur Rós have studied, improving their technique. Losing a bit of their naturalness and spontaneity.
Despite everything, there is no nostalgia, because live they unleash a vital force of unstoppable energy.
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...