Album Review – Sigur Ros, Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Endalaust
From the opening track, “Gobbledigook,” the change is apparent – acoustic guitars and a quick pounding drum are now the backdrop for Birgisson’s vocals. The group gets downright poppy with “Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur,” with a chiming piano keeping time with the percussion as Birgisson drops his voice an octave. They sound like – dare I say it? – Coldplay.
The album is not without its flashbacks – “Festival” hearkens to their more dream-pop roots, as does the simple, touching finale “All Alright” (their first song with English lyrics) – but it is by far their most accessible. Most songs are sung in Icelandic, but when sung at a glacial pace, with syllables spanning several measures – it’s probably still indecipherable to their fellow citizens. They also use words from their own made-up language, “Hopelandic,” which allows the music to take center stage.
Sigur Ros has mastered the art of setting a mood with not so much melody and harmony, but from their basic elements – pitch, dynamics and timbre. Now, by applying their craft to familiar pop/rock components – tempo, meter, guitar/drum combinations – they have created something special: familiar-sounding music that evokes the emotion of their older material.
It’s the perfect blend of the old Sigur Ros and the new Sigur Ros – one in which everyone should be satisfied.
I don’t know.
To me, Sigur Ros is what Joy Division is to you.
I just don’t get them.
Maybe I just need to move to an icy cold, dark country to appreciate their music.
🙂 Heh. They’re about as avant-garde as I get, and every once in a while I have to listen to tacky 80s song to get the whole verse-chorus-verse concept back in my head.