Sigur Rós – Valtari
Parlophone Records, 2012
Space, that has no borders, opens itself up everywhere, coming out like music of celestial realms. Divine sounds spread with mighty winds – palpitating world is mixed of elemental magics. This is music, which reacts with all forms of living and which deeply grows into the ground by hectares of forests. On the leaves of green trees, exactly like on the human's palms, life lines are bulging, the whole Creation is reverberated in them – these are reflections of the fluid and changeful reality. Art of creating life, art of exciting its energies – here's the truest entity of music making. The intangible mystery-play spirit of all being can be expressed just by some words, even one word, but music never talk about something, because it isn't a riddled puzzle, it's a closely guarded secret, the mystery itself. And, possibly, music can be a sensation projection, an image of thoughts, ideas or it can be their spiritual birth. When the music goes down to the Earth, right from the core of Pierian spring, it can be materialized only due to freethinkers and dreamers, magicians, virtuoso and extraordinary personalities.
Icelandic Sigur Rós, without any doubts, is the unique phenomenon in the music world. It's very difficult to mistake them with someone else. Every their work is very special one, it's something unreal, wonderful and phantasmagoric, in the best sense of this word. Among of their not so big discography there're fabulous and panoramic albums. They are musically gifted and incredibly beautiful. These ones include Valtari, of course. Its audio cubic meters can't be fitted into the whole sizes of the world Ocean. In this case, it's more appropriate to talk about a scale of the Universe and about that soaring feelings, that you feel, while you listen to this masterpiece. Chiaroscuro of the songs, which plays with bright beams of the orient sun and with dark volume of waves, is arising from the bottom of deep-water seas in the guise of impenetrable Aurelias, which are flying away somewhere into an outer expanse. It seems, all tenderness and fragility, that might be inhere (in one way or another) for human being, are united in the melodies of these soulcatching and elegiac compositions. You can imagine, as if the sky could complain to your own vest, as if it could share with you something sore. And you're weeping together with heaven. As the result of the listening to this album is kinda to got sousing under the first spring shower. Also, it's kind of going for the traveling through the world by an air balloon or by a blimp. The unforgettable experience, that was gifted by Valtari, can be compared with something, what always was the soul intention or about what it (soul) was dreaming of.
To be honest, it's a bit tough listen to Sigur Rós too long, too much (I mean different albums in the same time, one by one). It's similar to that, if you were pulled into a cosmic space journey, and the time will surely come, when you'll miss the Earth. It's very special state and very intimate, which overflows from one composition to another, from some release to the next one. Anyway, even under such conditions, this work is definitely peculiar. There's nothing in it, that is sugary. It's like telescope observing of the star sky - it's seems to be the same every single night, but it's always different, something changes every time. And you used to ask questions, looking up to the skies, which will stay rhetorical for forever.
The eccentric vocals of Jónsi are very romantic. May be, in the way like this dolphins and white swans could sing. That sense of the space, which was created by voice, is amazing. Singing turns into some independent music instrument, that isn't separated or convex. It becomes the uniting feature of this music. The parallel thing is, for example, a watercolor painting, where water is everyplace, it's kinda main component. Such gentle flows of vocal tunes create that content and those views, which are not suitable for some present dimension. Therefore, we can find another one, detached and free. Sweet sounds of extraterrestrial and sublime intonations, what are stretched into a latitude of the macrocosm, come forward in all living things. Then, the sounds are dashing down into a keen abyss, as waterfalls, they are rolling the rocks by the wave of echo, which towers under the head. The next time, aftersounds are getting off the ground by a fiery phoenix, which was revived from the ashes.
It's really animating album, it's full of love and of the softest feelings. Let everyone, who is dreaming about of meeting with stars, listen to this music. Let everyone, who is dreaming, listen to.
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