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Gravity and Grace

Last night Sigur Ros played at the luxurious Beacon Theater, West Side. Their game and went with the beauty of the place. First hidden behind gauzy curtains, they played with shadow puppets for their first pieces. The elven Icelanders are then given away to their heart before a crowd absorbed into the ether. Guitar chopped up by the bows, voice and lyrics come from Valhalla, I found their music clear. Not easy, not obvious. Since I heard this group, I felt that I had always known this music, I was born to today. A guttural language universal, atmospheric layers of guitars, laments responsible melancholy aesthetics together very chiadée. I now know what song he will play on my funeral.

Bonus Tracks:

[ Sigur Ros is NPR Sunday night when they played in Bethesda, MD.]

[To be continued ditto, the group of four beautiful muses Amina, the quartet string that follows Sigur Ros, also doing their part. Icelanders cute accent (Björk clones), and a great collection of instruments: musical saw, which makes Chinese Zonzon Tongtong, xylophone, glass half full (empty), to laptop apple.]

[My top 5 bands Icelandic:
1. GusGus - version Polyesterday
2. Sigur Ros
3. Björk - for ever
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5. Bang Gang (what a name for a band!)
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