Artist: Sigur Rós
Format: Vinyl (Spotify)
With live albums, no matter how good a band sounds on stage, it’s difficult to fully recapture and release as a physical product.
Having had the considerable luck of seeing Sigur Rós in concert, I can picture what “Inní” not only looks and sounds like, but how it felt to be there. Few jealousy-building statements hold veracity the way “you had to be there” does.
Seeing the inimitable Sigur Rós is an experience. A majesty hangs in everything they do, painting harsh, wintry portraits.
None of that is lost in the live setting. In fact, if not for polite applause, some of these performances are indistinguishable from their studio companions.
Live albums often preach to the converted. “Inní” is no different there, although the closing halves of “Festival” and “Untitled #8 (Popplagið)” ascend into a respectable fuzzy, droning chaos.
The album closes with “Lúppulagid,” the group’s first studio track in three years. It’s a solemn, instrumental piano piece that feels tacked on to lure in listeners skeptical about a Sigur Rós live album.
Maybe you had to be there, but if you can’t, this is a good substitute.
Our Music Year is Daily Republic popular culture writer Nick DeCicco’s yearlong online review in 2012 of albums he had previously not listened to. The reviews will appear in print on their corresponding days during 2013. Reach him at 427-6966 or email@example.com. Follow him on Twitter at www.twitter.com/ndeciccodr.