seattle. 22. female.

To put it simply, you haven’t lived unless you’ve seen Sigur Ros live.

Now, now. It’s nice you can recite the exact pauses and translation of gibberish on ( ), but it wasn’t until last night that I became a firm believer in the fantasma that is the Icelandic group.

Benaroya is an absolute oasis as it compliments the band’s sound to a tee. The first boom of Jónsi’s voice had my arm hairs standing on end — it’s every bit as good live, as it is on any recorded album to date.

From the charm of dim candle light, uber zoomed-in shots of the instruments to the strange depiction of baby’s faces soaring above, the grand illusions didn’t disappoint.

As to be expected, my heart pitter-pattered and eyes went musty during “Hoppipolla.” Although Kjartan didn’t pound the keys on the boards as much as he does in the recorded version, the sound must have struck my fellow audience members similarly as the hums and applause went roaring after the crowd sing-a-long.

For sports fans, ticker tape typically signifies a world championship, perhaps an MVP. For Sigur Ros fans, it means “Gobbledigook.” As the opening band, Parachutes grabbed drums and joined the infamous foursome, Skittled lights and a blizzard filled bits of ticker tape doused the laden crowd.

Check out more pics from the show.

Photos: Piano Sound

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