All entries for Friday 23 September 2005
September 23, 2005
- Sigur Ros
Songs that don't mention love, broken hearts or celebrate the dominance of men over women deserve my respect by default. Sigur Ros sings about hell knows what – they sing in Icelandic, a language unknown and hence exciting for me. Here's a little quote to get the taste of Icelandic major concerns:
Hullaballoo, I Rushed Down To The Lake, A Savior.
I Prepared A Ship And Said A Little Prayer, For I Was Scared.
The Sun Shone And The Lake Flowed.
Sunflowers – Sunflowers The Flies Die.
But Today I Will Save As Many Flies As I Can.
In Each Hand I Carry A Net – Determined.
Yes, flies. People are concerned about saving flies, rather than unappreciated love and other similar bollocks. Their music is very close to nature, and not just in the lyrics sense. It bathes you in the refreshing sounds of forests, it takes you to glide over the surface of oceans and tells you a story in the meantime. It's harmonic and causes you to sway and hum along. My attempts to sing along in the most epic parts failed miserably, as I'm unable to read Icelandic.
Sigur Ros is, perhaps, the second major item of import of Iceland, after Bjork. If not – it shuold be. They experiment with dissonance, taking notes in places one doesn't expect a noise. The vocalist doesn't posses an impressive or outstanding voice, but it goes with the music well. Their music, on the other hand, can be disappointingly similar, but didn't Coldplay crush your dreams and kill your idol with their X&Y as well? They have a unique style to their creations and should be highly appreciated for that.