One of my close friends, who I love very much, is a Sigur Ros fanatic. This is the one issue that I am at ends with her on. Trust me, I’ve been fair. I’ve listened to their most-praised albums, which my friend has lent me:
() - Huh? The most beautiful music ever recorded? All I hear is some aimless string noise, quiet, ghostly vocals, some light percussion, and odd background noise. The CD picks up once and awhile, but usually dips right back into the wash that most of the music is lost in. It’s pretty, sure, but it’s just noodling. Silly noodling.
Agaetis Byrjun - This is quite a bit better. Quite creative. And very pretty. Some bits of orchestration left me in awe. But there are a lot of in-betweens. Same goes with the vocals - they drift from angelic to annoying. A fairly good CD, but it didn’t bring me to tears, or redefine my conceptions of music, or take me for a ride on a rollercoaster of emotions, or anything.
Also - any group of anything with the nerve to name anything “Luvstory” is just asking for their gums to be removed with a jeweller’s file.
So. I give you Hopelandic-loving dopers an assignment: Convince me that I’m wrong. Point me towards some standout songs. I want to like Sigur Ros, but at this point, I don’t. In fact, right now, I would very much like to see Sigur Ros get beaten senseless with very large and pointy sticks.