Sigur Ros and Snap judgements

I once wrote a piece entitled 'Are Sigur Ros the most boring band in the world?' It may be the most wrongheaded piece of writing I have ever done, and it serves as a lesson to me in not making snap judgements. On my second listen, I fell in love with Takk, their best album, and have yet to fall out of love with it. I later saw them at Rock Werchter, a Belgian festival, and would rate it at the very least in my top 3 gigs. It was a gorgeous evening, and just as the sun went down and the sky turned whitewash blue, they played. The lead singer played his guitar with a cello bow, and at one point the camera zoomed in on him, on his knees. This delicate icelandic pixie, a feather in his hair, had collapsed from the sheer emotion of it, and was on his knees crying, with the cello bow shredded in his hand.