Listening to Sigur Rî³s has always required stepping out of the real world of traffic jams, smog, headaches, and Salinger novels. The grand, idyllic nature of the Icelanders’ music has always required a suspension of disbelief, a willingness to enter their world, where all of the most precious moments from this side of the looking glass are distilled down to their essence and painted across new lines of latitude and longitude. Over the course of their decade-long career, the group’s world has expanded and become more . . .
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