Sigur Ros – Með Suð í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust



Sigur Ros bring up a wonderful questioning of whether one can appreciate music based on a lack of lyrical understanding. I guess the same would go for Bjork or any instrumental band out there. What has more power to move through the ear canal, nervous system and strike at the heart: Words or composition?

( ) was one of those albums that answered that question for me. Cluttered in what would be a late high school sifting through the likes of Thursday’s Full Collapse, Poison the Well’s Tear From the Red and Saves the Day’s Stay What You Are, I could say it was about the music, but I would be lying to myself if I said it lyrics had nothing to do with it. Let’s face it, if you knew the song “Konstantine” around your late teen years, you connected to it just as an 80’s hiptser connected to “How Soon is Now?” or any Tears For Fears ballad.

( ) was something I couldn’t grasp through lyrics. In fact, I couldn’t understand a damn thing of what was being said. But from the opener “Vaka” to the epic closing “Popplagið,” the album was a joyous ride of many emotions ranging from heartbreak to accomplishment.

Six years later, I feel no different about this Icelandic powerhouse.

Sigur Ros have always been about the build. Like very few bands, so perfectly does the outfit crescendo and decrescendo into a ray of excellence. For some listeners, I can understand that instrumentally some songs are lacking. With Með Suð í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust, the band have brought in the carnival and stepped up the tempo on many a beat.

“Gobbledigook,” the first single and new glimpse into the unusual festive territory one wouldn’t come to expect, could be seen as a vibrant summer background. And if that’s not enough, pictures are clearly painted when listening to the child-like “Festival” which burst into a carnival while one is trying to take a nap.

The band shine slow steps ascending on “Ára Bátur” which would make for a great family movie ending walk off. You know, that one, where the little boy or girl finally finds the long lost dog or uncle. “Fljótavík” is just as beautiful, if not the next contender for this.

“Straumnes” does sound like filler while “Suð Í Eyrum” sounds too much like a great African safari, and would count for my least favorites on the album.

Sigur Ros have proven themselves yet again. Where 2005’s Takk… was much more uplifting in spirit than 2002’s ( ), it also proved to be a scene into a band forever pushing musical compositions and how they continue to manuever and create each layer. Með Suð í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust isn’t what older fans have come to expect, but a few spins will set one in a brighter day or future. The same can be said for where this band will continuously head.


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