6. Sigur Ros( )
I was talking to my English teacher, Mr. Church, about ANOHNI and showed him some of the ambient stuff, trying to make ethereal, pleasant, ambient, deep-reverb-vocal stuff. He was like, ‘You should listen to Sigur Rós.’ He gave me Ágætis Byrjun, and I listened to ‘Svefn-g-englar’, and pfffff. Nah. The music can’t be this good. Then he gave me ( ), and that floored me. I enjoyed some post rock albums because of that album, trying to emulate that and be as beautiful.
I saw Sigur Rós last year at Southbank Centre with the orchestra, and it brought me to tears how good it was. It made me think about being a kid and all the beautiful and stressful experiences of being alive whilst listening to that. School [in the UK] was pretty cool, I was the arty kid, but also sporty. Everyone respected me as such. The schools before in Nigeria were a different ball game; very strenuous, dark experiences. But the recurring thing in both experiences was the music I was listening to got me through all of it.
