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Written by Neil Atherton
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Even when they're not singing in make-believe languages or when they bother to give their songs titles - their 2002 LP was simply released as "()" and was sung in Hopelandic - Sigur Rós are still pretty weird.
Since the release of 1999's avant-rock "Agætis Byrjun," the Icelandic quartet are now a cult act - the mysterious outsiders that everyone wants to get to know better. Their music has been awarded, heralded and acclaimed the world over, but in their hometown Reykjavik, they still go unnoticed.
New album "Takk..." - "thanks," in their native tongue - is as unearthly and spellbinding as has come to be expected and has already been described as music for an astronaut's funeral. On stage, the four shy and skinny anti-stars don't exactly exude presence, but the storm of psychedelic noise they generate does and as usual, they let the sounds do all the talking.
"Takk..." (Capitol/EMI) - In concert Nov 16, 7:30pm, Elysée-Montmartre 72 bd de Rochechouart, 18e, M° Anvers, tel: 01 55 07 06 00
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