Sigur Rós: Haskolabio, Reykjavik, Iceland

IT'S A sound that feels like it's been travelling through the universe for a million long, lonely years. It starts somewhere in the middle distance, an echo more than a noise in its own right, made of ice and treasured memories. And then it swells and swells, taking on form and volume, like a cloud of opaque gas filling a vacuum until it's blocked out all of your senses. You wonder what could possibly create such an epiphany... and then you spot the band.