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AMIINA - Kurr
| Guardian | | The cover is fabulous: in a darkened room, the four young Icelandic women who play in Amiina sit knitting the same enormous scarf or blanket, which rolls across the floor and out of the picture....full text |
| | PrefixMag | | Last spring, while on tour with fellow Icelanders/collaborators Sigur Ros, Amiina was introduced to America as a quiet, glacier-paced string quartet (there cannot be a review of Sigur Ros or a satellite band that does not include the phrases "glacier-paced," "ethereal," or "dream-like") that incorporated such disparate elements as muted electronica, tuned water glasses, and the saw (tuned to sound like an off-kilter theramin) into a strange but lulling example of Brian Eno would call "furniture music." Yet although the instrumentals the quartet produced on tour and for its first EP, Animamina, were talented and textured examples of ambience and classicism, they lacked the emotional momentum of songs by fellow post-rock provocateurs including Mum and the aforementioned Ros...full text |
| | Drowned in sound | | As picture-perfect as that heart-swelling sunset of your dreams appears in your sleep, if you were to stare at it with your peepers proper you’d have to get on the dog to the opticians pronto to fix your sizzled retinas. Sure, in the corner of your eye the oranges and reds and purples and pinks muddle quite wonderfully, silhouetting a spinning loved one a la the end scene of Carlito’s Way. But, only irritation and pain can come from paying it concentrated attention....full text |
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