Sigrún, Hurra, November 1st
I've seen the electronic composer and vocalist Sigrún before – as a touring musician with Björk and Sigur Rós. Fronting a female trio in this small, packed club, she opened alone, firing clean, sharp spears of wordless incantation and operatic whoop through charred, arhythmic programming. The fuller music was at once earthier and even more alien: an acoustic bassist, grounding the electronics with nimble, woody figures; and a woman literally playing a set of football-helmet-size rocks, manipulating a note-like punctuation of hum and crackle with her hands, as if from a theremin, via mics and wires run through the stones. You can't see that conjuring when you stream Sigrún's three EPs: Hringsjá and Tog, both from 2016; and this summer's Smitari (Bandcamp). But you can hear those worlds collide.