and this existance we share here amongst the trees and the ocean and the moss and the animals is so divine, so graceful, yet so restless. we are forever itching to run naked through the fields, to dance to the rhythm of nature's heartbeat and to sprout antlers among our untidy, knotted hair.
they have their televisions and their politics.
we have our branches and leaves.
this is _______________.
i just wrote this up in my queue for the 50 day sigur ros challenge and i started going off on a tangent and wow i just feel like posting it now
but if i had a perfect, ultimate, it-will-never-happen-but-fuck-it setlist, this would be it
Ég Anda Svefn-g-englar Ný Batterí Varuð Fljótavík Rembihnutur Sé Lest Hun Jorð Viðrar vel til Loftarásá Myrkur Ísjaki Gobbledigook —- Kveikur Nýja Lagið Untitled 8 (Popplagið)
can you imagine though
the lights dropping and some blue or purple ambient lighting slithering onto the stage, illuminating the flecks of dust in the air and just
having jonsi already standing there
his voice filling the auditorium with those unearthly coo’s at the beginning of Ég Anda, maybe a projector fading in behind him with the silhouettes of trees and sparkling sunlight seeping in behind their branches. and that huge bell just suddenly lighting up the whole stage very briefly, and you see the silhouettes of the full Okkr ensemble behind him, all armed with their instruments, holding them as if they’re made from porcelain, and everything fades to dark again. maybe with each gong of the bell, a different person is lit from below.
and at the end of viðrar, when all the instruments fall into a cacophany of noise, they have like maybe 5 seconds of pause, then BOOM suddenly fucking Myrkur smashes in with those huge, swallowing guitars, jonsi and goggi leaning on their pedals as if they’re revving engines. the song is remastered and sounds amazing, but they’re playing with all the energy that they had when they first recorded the song. probably smiling and laughing as they go, jonsi and kjartan holm’s voices harmonizing over the layers and layers of strings. maybe they throw some more instruments into it, like some violins in the background.
or when kveikur finally ends with those bombast drums and screeching noises, having them walk out over deafening screams from the crowd, everyone is going absolutely insane. and one they finally come back in, everything falls quiet. blue tones fill the stage, and that eerie drone sets in. and orri starts slapping the drums with the feathery-ended sticks like back in the early days, and its goddamn Nýja Lagið. the older fans in the crowd nearly pass out as the whiny bow starts wailing in, getting heavier and heavier as those hopeful bassnotes progress. jonsi’s voice echoes over the microphone in that wistful hopelandic, not sounding as elfish and young as back in 1999, but more matured and nostalgic - and just as fucking good. as he sings, he curls a smile between verses as if remembering how long it’s been since they last played this goddamn track.
god that would be the best thing ever im getting teary writing this
ég anda behind projections and disorenting visuals *curtain drops* svefn-g-englar glósóli ný batterí varuð sæglopur fljótavík hoppípolla/med blóðnasir rembihnútur gong hún jörð viðrar vel til loftarása