Music almost nothing and I-don't-know-what

Tiny, besides classical music that my father applied to listen to us, the few beaches lilting strings that had my preference were given by Enya, music to nature accents dream. My imagination was forged, my being now depends entirely. Thereafter, the cacophony of the world creeps into the mind of anyone wishing to get a place in a teeming world and the meditative calm icy dreams gradually disappears. Sometimes found small pieces that remind us of white Christmas vigils at the edge of a wood topped with snow, satiny childlike memories of happiness: Lisa Gerrard, Air, Sibelius ... One day I discovered Sigur Ros, and I realize that I had never desired otherwise than return to the music of peace, endless stretches and space. Sigur Ros was my entry into a plaintive and tortuous post rock (Takk), the white door. Today, with Jonsi and Alex, Sigur Ros finally brings me to music I wait for years.

Riceboy Sleeps is a strange music album, light as a divine wind, open like the celestial vault, deep as space. The long, gentle slopes are introduced smoothly and disappear on cat paws in the snow. It is a white music for black and studded night. It is a lonely music for observer of the world. It is an ode to peace, quiet, the divine. Jonsi & Alex plunge us into a wonderful world, silence and fragile memories, a world of dust that hardly dare touch. It obviously has a return to the album (), but with an erasure of all that was too colorful: the melodies are only sails. The post-rock completely disappears to make way for an aerial music without boundaries. For me Riceboy sleeps is not a masterpiece, it's just the epitome of my privacy unveiled in music, manifested by incomprehensible tears, mid joix mid melancholy. Absolute wonder.