Concert Review: Sigur Ros

Sigur Ros

Better Than: The brie and bacon panini at Pangea on 39th Street.

By JASON HARPER

Photos by SCOTT SPYCHALSKI

Reykyavik felt like a neighboring burg last night at the Uptown as otherwise exotic orchestral rock heroes Sigur Rós played a warm, unindulgent, no-nonsense show before an atypically quiet and respectful sold-out crowd. At least, I didn’t hear anyone yelling WOOOOO YEAAHAHAHA PLAY BLINGABLAAAAAH during the silent interludes between slowly unfurling then pausing piano chords in that second-to-last song, which is usually what you get at the Uptown. But not tonight, and I don’t think it was merely because no one knows how to pronounce the band’s song titles — that wouldn’t stop most drunks from bellowing. (By the way, if you were expecting me to name the songs or provide a set list, you’re speakin’ Hopelandic, son.)

Nay, last night, ’twas churchlike.