Riceboy sleeps is the first solo album of singer Sigur Ros, and that means from the 1st listening: Sigur the claw is there, just minutes and it's pretty clear. But it's the ethereal Sigur possible, more gas, more lightweight: unlikely, but true. So, the impression left by this disc is quite elusive, so write a review on steam emotion, describe the taste of a cloud, the color of a veil, because that's really what remains after this disc: one is not even sure of the hearing other than dream ... No rhythm parts (I love so much in Sigur), few voices (it only appears so ghostly at times, I mean that of Jonsi) instead many choirs in the background that add unreal side and sublime, but rather dehumanized I mean we tend squarely toward the divine, perhaps because it reminds sacred music. No flights harrowing: only long songs (the format of 3 minutes atomized) lost in patches of fog. The ideal drive for sleep? In any case one that will make you believe that you slept: with tracks woven with pillow fibers. I suspect that my images are ridiculous, but I have no other that come. If you are not willing to travel in the ether, in the gauze of this stuff that we make the wings, it is perhaps not bother to look further forward on this dreamlike and beautiful opus, praise the slowness in these hurried times. I doubt even having never listened.
