've never been to Iceland, but, judging from their export-worthy music, I imagine everyone is super-laidback. How does anything ever get done? Everyone must be walking around in a daze all the time. Is everyone there as weird as their musicians? A country full of Bjorks is a scary proposition. Like Bjork, the sublime Sigur Rós play intense, ethereal, atmospheric, almost diaphanous songs that encourage blissful nodding and transfixed stares. And, like Bjork, they're fuckin' weird dudes. Take, for instance, () (that's the album title; let me know if you can pronounce it). All of the lyrics are sung in Hopelandic, a language invented by the band. Supposedly, the listener is supposed to interpret the meanings and write them in the CD booklet, which is blank. Ummm, right. As you can imagine, a live performance from these guys is something that you have to experience to believe. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on your disposition), Sigur Rós will play tomorrow at the Chan Centre. Tell me how it goes.