Here is a band from Iceland who's music may be compared to a slow glacial movement elementally quantified and captured via the form of music. Music so stunning that it becomes equally as beautiful and captivating as that of the components of nature that so many poets and artists have failed to capture and elaborate upon via their many forms of artistic expression.
I recall the ambiance of a festival performance I caught of theirs years back, the swaying movement of the crowd. It was and still remains one of the pivotal music experiences of my life.
The pace of the songs on this album aesthetically summons all kinds of images to the forefront of the listeners mind. I am on a mountain top and the air is fresh and I am free from all, lost in the music... This is what not good but GREAT music does to you. It allows you to lose yourself in the moment.
Acoustically rising and meandering its way to becoming a post-rock/pop crossover record while ever maintaining that this is and always will be; their territory... their genre which no one else can touch. Ever maintaining their singular place amongst the folk who still buy albums: The band's stamp of approval is pretty much the only way a lot of people are dealing with a lengthily 7+-minute song with an invented language - again which is purely and solely theirs. Teasing out the melodies and musically extravagant, this album will without a doubt live up to the expectations of all Sigur Rós fans.
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