torsdag 14 Aug 2008, 15:00

Mi., 13. Aug. – Sigur Rós, Ólafur Arnalds
Sigur Rós
Like, WOAH!
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Seriously, if you havent been there, you've missed probably the best concert ever, atleast the best concert I've ever attended…
The setlist consisted of pure awesome and a nice selection of swoooooooooooooosh, and additionally 16 songs that fit both criterias:
1. Svefn-g-englar
2. Sæglopur
3. Vaka
4. Se Lest
5. Við spilum endalaust
6. Gong
7. Andvari
8. Festival
9. Hoppipolla/Með Blóðnasir
10. Fljótavík
11. Viðrar vel til loftárása
12. Hafsol
13. Gobbledigook
14. Olsen Olsen
15. Popplagið
16. Heysátan

Like 130 minutes of the most ecstatic, emotional music you'll ever listen to. But thats not nearly all! The live performance was like, … no not like anything else ever seen (by me), it was just * *. Sometimes you just realize how bad a language is that doesnt contain the words you need to describe something. Well, I doubt there is a language anywhere that could so maybe its a bit unfair. Anyways, they start off and suddenly, it seems like Jonsí goes to mock famous rock stars by playing his guitar with his mouth. Atleast thats what I first thought what he did. But no, he SANG into his (probably semi-accoustic) guitar, creating an aetherial sound with echoes and everything else that would probably be hard to produce by any other means. So basically, I dunno if anyone else did that before but it was the first time I saw someone do it. First song, and they could have left the building and I would have smiled and went home with that fuzzy feeling you get when you realize you had an experience you wont forget in your lifetime.
When they started Untitled I (Vaka), I was about to go crazyjumpy, because Vaka is one of the best songs ever written, but well, I didnt, because crazyjumpy is just not the kind of reaction that would fit the melancholy of this masterpiece.
I dont want to describe every single song and the performance but one thing has to be said overall: There wasnt a moment in the concert you'd feel bored or where the music wouldnt demand your full attention and completely energizes every single neuron in your mind and body.
On the other hand, some songs still DEMAND to be picked out. Where you had Vaka to feed your melancholy (in the good way ofc) , you got Viðrar vel til loftárása to feed your imagination (atleast it always gets me my head in the stars (clouds aint high enough)), or Hoppipolla for pure happyness and optimism (like, to balance out Vaka…). And ofc there is Gobbledigook, one of the 16 highlights of the show (one of the even highlightier highlights…). Imagine 3000 people clapping hands while the band performs the flower power rock song opera musical, and whats best, you're clapping your ordinary (normally boring) 4/4 tralala, like you're in some bad show where people just clap hands to pretend they're enjoying the music, but the song completely twist the clapping to something awesome because of the rhythm and the time changes done by the rest of the band, while there's like 10 drummers on stage supporting the audience on their mission to completely stamp the beat into every cell of everyone in the hall. You just have to see it to know what happened. Again im quarreling with language because I cant describe it properly…
The concert ended with about 30 minutes of wild, ecstatic applause, and the band just had to play some encores and re-enter the stage again and again because the audience just kept of applauding. After the concert, I was still blown away and while I slowly recovered some brain attention back from the music that kept playing in my head, I just kept wondering how my hands managed to survive without blisters from all the ecstatic clapping at the end, on Gobbledigook, hell, after every single song and when the band entered the stage in the beginning. And I didnt clap frailful or anything, I clapped as loud as possible to be the loudest one in the whole audience, while everyone else apparently tried the same.

Also, big, huge, Olympus Mons like, where the supporting string quartett Amiina and the brass quintett who had the best appearance of the concert in Se Lest, when they just ran once across the stage at the end of the song, entering from one side and exiting on the other completely unexpectedly.