The Majestic Beauty that is Sigur Rós.

Sigur Rós is one of my favorite bands ever.

They make some of the most beautiful music out there.. their latest record (which is pretty much my number one pick for 2008, and WAY the fuck up there in my 'OF ALL TIME' category, which, if you know me, is a pretty damn huge thing to say!) 'Með suð í Eyrum við Spilum Endalaust' (which means, With Buzzing in Our Ears We Play Endlessly) is a fucking brilliantly luscious, sprawling, dreamy, epic, glorious, beautiful piece of art.

i've been completely in love with it since it sank its soft, loving claws into my heart and soul, when it first came out last year.. but upon purchasing it on vinyl the other day, the flames of adoration and love were rekindled a hundred times over! Holding a copy of one of your very favorite special albums on vinyl is always a lovely feeling. Seeing the cover art all big and nice, slicing open the side, gently taking out the record, putting it on the turntable, carefully putting the needle at the beginning of the first track... the crackles... and then, the beautiful beautiful sound.

Even though you pretty much have no idea what they're even singing about, (unless you do your nerdy research like me!) this record really stirs up the emotions. The feeling is definitely there. The songs themselves absolutely cross over the language barrier, and it hits you soft and sweet right at the core. FEEL IT! Pure, beautiful, raw, emotion.. at it's purest, most instinctual, absolutely universal in essence.. what we are all made out of... MUSIC.

i love this record. i love this band. i highly recommend giving it a listen.


This track, Ára bátur, is probably my favorite.
Honestly, one of the most beautiful pieces of music i have ever had the pleasure of hearing.




(translation)

Ára bátur (Row boat)

You tried everything
Yes, a thousand times
Experienced enough
Been through enough
But you it was who let everything
Into my heart
and you it was who once again
Awoke my spirit

I parted, you parted

You stir up
Emotions
In a blender
Everything in disarray
But it was you who was always
There for me
It was you who never judged
My true friend

I parted, you parted
(hopelandic)

You sail on rivers
With an old oar
Leaking badly
You swim to shore
Pushed the waves away
But to no avail
You float on the sea
Sleep on the surface
Light through the fog

(hopelandic)

Sigur Rós - "Með suð í Eyrum við Spilum Endalaust"