If angels exist it means they survived the death of shoegaze electro-pop-rock 20 years ago, moved to Iceland and set up shop under the name Sigur Ros.
Even the dirtiest industrial snorts and honks on opening track Brennisteinn can't sully the heavenly sounds on their seventh album.
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the religious theme, God knows what they're singing about (apparently it's a strange mix of Icelandic and gibberish) but it's beautiful.
Isjaki is upbeat and fun enough for radio, while the cinematic, climactic Raufstraumur - with its staccato drum pattern and driving guitars - is the highlight of the album. Kveikur may take a few listens to grab you, but when it does, it'll lift you so high you won't want to come down.
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