- Song: "Festival"
- Artist: Sigur Ros
- CD: Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Endalaust
- Genre: Rock
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Sigur Ros discovered playfulness in 2008, but "Festival" shows that it can still pull off portentous beauty.
This past June, the artily adventurous Icelandic band Sigur Ros released Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Endalaust, an album surprisingly well suited to the giddy thrills of summertime. The whimsically titled opening track, "Gobbledigook," heralded a work of uncharacteristic impishness, which was refreshing coming from a group known largely for portentous austerity and inscrutability.
Of course, it's December now, and Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Endalaust has just been reissued in deluxe (read: more expensive) form. Which makes this an excellent time to revisit the disc and soak up just how terrific it remains during those times when it reverts to good old-fashioned portentous austerity and inscrutability. "Festival" may sport one of Sigur Ros' few English titles, but it's a wondrously majestic epic, as weird and sprawling and soaring as it is accessibly beautiful.
Spanning nine-plus minutes, "Festival" treads familiar structural ground, building from falsetto-fueled gloom to an ominously rumbling swell, right into a lengthy round of grandiose pummeling that'd make Godspeed You Black Emperor proud. In context, it still fits nicely within an album praised for its concision and unexpected playfulness. But as a stone-serious stand-alone piece, it's a fierce and satisfying gem, as muscular as it is graceful.
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