Turns out, wind-kissed genitals are the least surprising thing(ie)s at play in this, Sigur Rós’s first single from their fifth LP. The nude thing is just innocence taken to its ecstatic extreme, but “Gobbledigook,” which within five seconds surpasses all of the patience and droning catharsis required of the band in everything else they’ve accomplished, chuckles at its own black censor bars and documents something blissfully traditional. How should I love this(?): a three-minute pop song, a sunshine-y din with a recognizable chorus, a chiming, adorable bit of nonsense as much Animal Collective in the stentorian drums as it is “Grey Street” in its coyly staccato acoustic guitar.

Fuck yeah, Dave Matthews Band. Take a deep breath, everyone, for this is a good sign. Remember when the band released Ágætis Byrjun (2001) and claimed to be changing the very foundations of how the world would accept and listen to, yes, Music? Whether that should have been interpreted as a knowing, ironic gesture, referencing their own typical methods of paroxysm and measured build, a comment about the state and ugly saturation of commercial music, or just plain pretentious douchebaggery, they aren’t doing that shit anymore. Instead they’re completely embracing the celebration inherent within the tree-hugging stereotypes and subversive Norman Rockwell-meets-homosexual-“doctor”-play that they once stood like poignant signposts of neo-tolerance atop the shoulders of their fetal angels and are just writing short, incredibly gorgeous morsels. Mark me excited. Nine inches worth.

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