a couple of years ago, the notion that an icelandic post-rock band would be a staple act at british summer festivals would have verged on the laughable.
it is to sigur ros's credit that they have stealthily entered the alternative mainstream with their incandescent compositions while remaining utterly true to themselves. third album ( ) is not only their best yet but quintessentially sigur ros. the lack of album and track titles may seem insufferably pretentious to some, but the songs are slow, churchy, enigmatic and beautiful. with jon thor birgisson's nonsensical warblings, these avant-garde hymnes demand, and reward, time and attention.