In their 2007 tour film, Heima (“home” in Icelandic), Sigur Ros reconnected with their tribe. Over two weeks, they set up and played for free, unannounced, in small village halls, on remote hillsides, and in downtown Reykjavik, their capital city that’s roughly the size of Kent, WA or a High Wycombe in the UK.
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