Out with the bad, for a dude that enjoys lyrics as much as I do, singing in broken Icelandic or tongues, or whatever, doesn't leave a whole lot for interpretation. The whole strumming the guitar with a fiddle bow has been done by Paige 30+ years ago, and the half note, whole note, double whole note combinations seemed to drag on here and there.
In with the good, I don't brag to my friends that I know Sigur Ros is from Iceland, nor do I really care where they are from, what I do care about is that they have dug out their own personal niche and have created their own identity in the indie world. I don't even care that their latest effort is on a major label.
I can speak volumes for their percussionist, some of the best deviation of soft to hard sound I've ever heard, very powerful and moving. Couldn't have asked for better seats, third row, first balcony. The crappy video coming from my little camera is still surprisingly good.
For tonight and tonight only, I won't harp on the lack of lyrics. Grade A performance, perfect band to see in Bass Concert Hall.
Humble, after the encore, coming out and bowing for the audience. I appreciate that in bands, bands that are appreciative of the crowd, bands that aren't too big for their britches.

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