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Sigur Ros

MCA, 2002

REVIEW BY: Sean McCarthy

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED: 05/23/2007

When Radiohead credits a band for encouraging its members to become even more sonically adventurous in the recording process, chances are if you’re a music geek, you’re going to be curious about that band (unless you’re one of the holdout Radiohead fans who hope the band will eventually get around to recording The Bends II, then you’re probably going to be pissed at that particular band).

The Icelandic band Sigur Rós found a large audience with its third album Agaetis Byrjun. It was a wholly original work. Intensely atmospheric, but not new-agey. And in an age where many English-speaking listeners rarely venture out to buy music that’s not in their native tongue, the fact that the majority of the album was sung in Icelandic didn’t appear to be much of a language barrier for fans outside their homeland.

Their follow-up, 2002’s ( ), is an album reviewer’s dream: no text in the liner notes and no song titles (though song titles were later revealed via the band’s Web site at http://www.sigur-ros.co.uk/band/disco/parenth.php). Pretentious? But no more pretentious than a classical music piece with eight separate movements. The lack of song titles has its benefits: It’s great for fans who routinely forget song titles. In addition, having untitled tracks greatly reduces the chance of someone rudely shouting out a song request during one of their concerts. Eight untitled tracks – for almost any other band, this would be a novelty, but for Sigur Rós, there could not have been a more logical decision.

Like a traditional “album”, ( ) is divided into two parts. The first four tracks are of a more optimistic tone than the second half, but if you’re a first time listener, the slow, almost droning guitar work of lead singer Jón Pór Birgisson are anything but sunny. Orri Páll Dýrason’s light, controlled percussion also slows the pace down, but somehow keeps the songs from turning into plodding, lumbering arrangements.