so yeah, it's not like i'm discovering anything new, but sigur rós, that super-ethereal-roaming-the-icelandic-tundra-wastelands-in-those-hours-where-you-cannot-tell-if-it's-night-or-day-music-maker group of a band?
they're rad.
so they're from a tiny island and speak in those classic icelandic accents. so they speak 'hopelandic' (a nonsensical language based moreover on sound quality than literal meaning) on most of their songs. so everyone and they momma's have already gotten their albums, and have already thoroughly enjoyed them as i have and still do.
they're so rad!
i've been in thailand for almost 6 months now, and just DL-ed the crap outta their super website. it's nice when you feel like listening to "that one track right now," and are able to do it. that is happiness in small moments of clarity.
big shout out to petur magnusson all the way in the NYC and his big bro luke the duke (aka DJ Platurn of the 'oakland faders' movement), who tuned me onto that noise. hey pete man, remember when we almost got eaten by those horses that were really ghost-people stuck in earthbound bodies, near those icelandic ruins? that was scary.
sigur rós is rad
(c)...sigur rós...
so go ahead and peep their site and see if you dig em. they might not do it for everyone, but they sure do it for me. if i were still in iceland, i'd take them out for hotdogs, i mean after swimming of course.
tonight's homework:
find that record or album that you have not heard in a long time, invite some friends over, place that monkey on, and then have a fun arts-and-crafts night...ooh or play scrabble, cause scrabble is always tops.
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