With Kveikur, Sigur Rós seem to be shrinking from the light, away from the TV adverts and the Top Gear soundtracks, the Shia LaBeouf videos and the Daily Mail articles and the Hollywood movies. And thats a good thing: for an alternative group from Iceland that veer between their native tongue and a made-up language they were becoming all too ubiquitous, and far less interesting with it - heck, when your own webstore starts selling candles specially developed to the bands olfactory specifications its definitely time for something new. For too long - arguably since 2005s Takk... - Sigur Rós have been making music to cry to, to make love to, to meditate or pray or wind down to, music for lonely walks or misty hikes, for sunrise and sunset and solstice, for children to sleep to and people to wake up to (disclosure: Hoppípolla is my alarm tone…) - music to sift into the background, unobtrusive, a wallpaper for the postcard Iceland, beautiful but safe. Well, heres the flipside, that long Scandinavian winter of frostbite and storms, of frozen rock and suicides, the Northern Lights cast overhead not dancing but shivering, particles undulating sinisterly against blackened skies and all the better for it. -- Christian Cottingham
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 11:47:37 +0000
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