Band Review: Sigur Rós, Part 1
Band Review: Sigur Ros, Part 1
For all the right reasons Sigur Rós sounds otherworldly and emotionally cliche, but the kind of cliche that’s so cliche it’s become vogue again. Their music is big in the way that a two-ton block of obsidian is “significant”. It’s an object not a iTunes visualization.
Ágætis byrjun begins with the droning stride of an object traveling at light speed; a ship carrying every element deemed beautiful by dead old white men. The passengers perform a vigil to the welders who died while building the vessel. Between each song we hear a different strange noise signifying that we are traveling Magic Schoolbus style through the body of god, to another limb of reality. The music I’m talking about is the soundtrack for such imagined events, but it was all made by men—well no, the album came out in 1999 making the oldest member 24 years old; so they were barely men—Boys. Boys who barely knew anything about music theory or song-crafting, who were making instruments out of trash bin finds, who chose their vocalist by deciding who was the “least bad” at singing. This overwhelming lack of experience and talent went on to produce a body of music, starting with 1997’s Von, that is truly in a class of it’s own.
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