Sigur Ros, live at the Montreal Jazz Festival, 13th July 2001
Jón Þór, Kjartan, Georg and Orri Páll, not quite as catchy as John, Paul, George and Ringo, and to be fair, their music isn't either. What would also be fair though, would be to say that these young men are as inventive as the Scousers were at their peak (we all agree the early work of The Beatles was mostly weak, right?).
Sadly, due to wank movies starring even wankier mental midget millionaire actors, they're probably the swanky middle-England middle-class dinner party soundtrack, a noughties version of Enya. A hideous thought I know, but true none-the-less. Thankfully, although they do have that etheral atmospheric quality to their music, it lacks the utter barminess and shittness of Enya.
01. Intro 02. Nýja Lagið 03. Fyrsta 04. Samkeyti 05. Svefn-G-Englar 06. Ný Batterí 07. Vaka 08. Mìlàno 09. Olsen Olsen 10. Dauðalagið 11. Hafssól 12. Popplagið