Follow Up: With A Buzz In Our Ear We Play Endlessly

For the very first time, I am in love with a Sigur Ros album. I'm not sure if it's because this album takes a new direction, or if seeing them live has changed my perception or just if I've finally listened to one of their albums long enough to discover its brilliance. Whatever the case, it feels good. I've also come to the conclusion that the best type of singing is Icelandic. I can wale away without concerns for trivial matters such the words. Brilliant. All this is making me very excited for when I get to see them in August. They blew me away when I knew none of their songs. I'm afraid to think what they'll do to me this time round, now that I'm entranced.

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