I saw Perfume Genius before seeing Sigur Ros in Philly, and they didn’t play anything nearly this driving. All I remember is a haze of ether and pretty sounds. None of this clap clap crash cycling around the ears. A scream like electricity crackling along a high hydrofield’s wires. Then low, entirely human. Music for the world burning by the match you lit. It was over a little too fast – the scene would have to cut off before the song ends. This drop off didn’t feel great.