On last year's Valtari, Sigur Rós frontman Jónsi Birgisson nervously waved his falsetto in front of molten strings, intertwining them until they became indistinguishable strands of twinkling lights dangling from the cathedral rafters. Lyrical abstraction hasn't stopped his band from zeroing in on a stable identity over the past dozen years, but their newest round sounds mostly like the tracks you justifiably forgot from Ágætis Byrjun and Takk, simplistic gradients wherein all the warbling vowels and chirping consonants never quite turn into even a single memorable hook.
Mon., March 25, 8 p.m., 2013
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