It was as if someone put his hand inside my chest, grabbed my heart and started squeezing it, beat by beat, so hard, telling it to keep on beating and not to die yet. The picture of the hand came so vividly in my mind, blood running all over. It kept on pushing me I could feel great energy flooded my veins. The orgasmic sensation like something so powerful was craving to get out of my body. All of me shivered and transfixed.
Sigur Rós - Popplagið
Everyone there at Fort Canning Park knows how ethereal that night was when the sky turned orange at 10.30 pm and how insane the atmosphere was as if Sigur Rós possessed the godly power to control the weather. It was raining cats and dogs just before the show, but not one drop poured during the show until right when they finished their last song. Then it showered like crazy during the encore and stopped right after. It was complete madness.
Words can't never described how epic it was and no electronic media could transmit such a great impact of a show. And I know I would burst into tears now every time I listen to Hoppípolla.
