One-To-One Scale

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Gareth Edwards’s ‘Rogue One: A Star Wars Story’ ‘Rogue One’ fully and completely understands what it means to be a…

New Star Wars Is Fucking Garbage

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WARNING! STAR WARS: EPISODE VII SPOILERS IN THIS POST! SCROLL FASTER, REFRESH YOUR PAGE OR STAB YOURSELF IN THE EYES…

Uh, No

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Man, fuck Darren Aronofsky. Fuck his weak, hacky, hammy, pretentious, melodramatic, student-filmmaking-with-a-budget shit. I’ve always been mystified as to how…

Put Yourself Into A Horse

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For all of Iceland’s cinematic history, a tendency has prevailed to portray rural Iceland as a base and hateful place,…

What Did I Just Watch?

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This film is odd. I can’t decide what it’s supposed to be. Is it some sort of ad for Life…

Being Him Just Wasn’t That Much Fun

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So it’s been ten years since Elliott Smith died. By the time this article goes to print, there will probablybe…

Life In A Northern Town: Dagur Kári’s ‘Nói Albínói’

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Claustrophobia. It’s everywhere in ‘Nói Albínói.’ It’s in the flailing arms of the titular character tossing rocks into the ocean,…

Here We Go Again: Marteinn Thorsson’s ‘XL’

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“How typical,” mumbles Leifur, ‘XL’s protagonist as he attends a performance art exhibition, only to be shushed by his vacuous…

Rock Me, Sexy Jesus

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Let me just say this right off the bat: it’s not Bryan Ferry’s fault he’s old, and I am in…

Song For Wendy: Meeting Point

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I’m not quite sure, but I think this is a failed attempt to make folk songs out of various poems….

Baggalútur: Áfram Ísland!

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Isn’t there some other album called this? Now, the music here is basically irrelevant, so I’m pretty much just gonna…

HAMLETTE HOK: VÍKARTINDUR

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I always feel insecure when I try to review music like this (probably because Ben Frost yelled at me about…

NOLO: Nology

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Treading a curious line between meticulously soundscaped and haphazardly simple, Nology is a slightly daft adventure in post-modern musicianship, but…

Stealing Mountains

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For three months, Mike Lindsey has lived alone in a cottage in northeast Iceland. Having gained some notoriety as a…

The Foreigner’s Prerogative

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So who the frak is Jóhann Jóhannsson? He’s an accomplished Icelandic musician, a self-taught composer with seven solo albums and…

Steve Sampling: The Optimist

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Steve Sampling’s trip-tastic journey through his magical adventure world of drum patterns, random delay effects, airtight compression and—you guessed it—oodles…

Nico Muhly: I Drink The Air Before Me

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IDTABM reaches far and wide in its attempts to balance playful flute frolics and dark, sombre horns, and Muhly has…

Taming The Animal

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Reykjavík to New York transplant Hrafnhildur Arnardóttir, or Shoplifter as she’s known outside of Iceland, has been making quite a…

UNTITLED MUSIC COLUMN

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When I turned thirteen, and consequently started smelling like shit, my mom decided to break it to me in an…

Bob And Sindri Go Músíktilraunir!

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Every year, Músíktilraunir (“Music Experiments”) are held to locate and reward the most innovative undiscovered bands in Iceland. To fully…

Come All Ye Faithful, But Other People Can Totally Come If They Want To

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Not all artists are assholes. Some, in fact, can be quite friendly. While the Hallgrímskirkja Friends Of The Arts Society…

RMM – Your Schedule

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Reykjavik Music Mess is an independent music festival in downtown Reykjavik, with shows at Nasa, The Nordic House and Sódóma…

Lower Dens: Two-Hand Movement

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Sweeping through its thirty-odd minutes in a laid-back haze of introspective nihilism, ‘Two-Hand Movement’ is a rainy afternoon of twinkling…

Skúli Sverrisson: Sería II

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When it doesn’t get too stupid and sappy (like one of those unbearable French films with a season, colour or…

Ferlegheit: You Can Be As Bad As You Can Be Good

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Hot tip for you Icelandic bands with English lyrics: spell-check your motherfucking CD booklet… and learn English… and maybe get…

Das Experiment, But Without All The Violence And Grown Men Pissing On Each Other

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If you’re reading this and have any interest in Icelandic music, do everything in your power to see this. Between…

Ich Bin Der Püppenmeister

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At the end of this fabulous month, Borgarnes, the capital of vast, sprawling Gunnars donut empire, will be host to…

Valdimar: Undraland

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A laid-back collection of organ-driven pop, this album doesn’t do much of anything too interesting or remarkable, just kind of…

BlazRoca: KópaCabana

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BlazRoca’s epic-length, 21-track return to the Icelandic hip-hop scene is about as chaotic as you’d expect. It has about 15…

Telekinesis For Dummies

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Packed into a single floor of the Íslandsbanki (née Glitnir) building on Lækjargata are several fledgling software companies, among them…

Get Your Geek On With Booka Shade

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If you’re one of those weird people who like to go out and get monstrously drunk to rave music without…

The Merchandise Of Venice

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50 Years of Icelandic Art at the Venice Biennale Exhibit with artist/curator talks and symposiums on select Sundays For the three…

Enzyme Compatibility

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Icelandic alt-rock champions Ensími have been proving that punk needn’t be simple and indie needn’t be complicated over four albums…

Constitution, Strength, Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma

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Iceland’s constitution has, of late, become something of an apple of discord. Deemed outdated and ineffective after the bank collapse,…

Þorramatur: Spears Shall Be Shaken…

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If you’re looking to imbibe some ‘traditional Icelandic cuisine’ (“Þorramatur”), you’re in luck, because this is about the only time…

You Don’t Know What You’ve Got…

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By the time this goes to print, Havarí will be shut. Temporarily closed while they seek a new locale, the…

Go Muck Yourself

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Muck need some money to record their album, so go help them out, and see some of Reykjavik’s finest strut…

Headbanging Over A Piano

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Viktoriya ‘Vika’ Yermoleva is a 32-year old classically educated pianist who hails from Ukraine. She plays, for the most part,…

The Long & Short Of It

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For the tenth year running, Reykjavík Shorts & Docs will, in the last four days of January, bring you a…

“And Some Things That Should Not Have Been Forgotten Were Lost.”

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ENSÍMI – ‘ENSÍMI’ (2002) This bad boy pretty much set the standard, production-wise, for Icelandic rock in the… the whatever…

It’s Almost Over!

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For over a year and a half now, Havarí has been offering a massive boost to Reykjavík’s often-championed, yet seldom-supported…

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

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On January 18, one of Iceland’s more dutiful musicians’ unions, the Icelandic Society of Authors and Composers, will host the…

Leikjavík: An Appeal to Geekery

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Leikjavík is the “clever” name of a humble establishment tucked between some apartments near the northern end of Barónsstígur. It…

A Long Time Listening

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“Clever” title notwithstanding, A Long Time Listening is not quite diverse enough to make up for its lengthy running time…

John Taverner’s Iepo Oneipo

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John Tavener’s work represents a duplicate challenge for any performer: it is often highly unorthodox in its rhythm and meter,…

Ensími

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There is a beautiful simplicity to roughly half of this album that is difficult to shake, a core of excellent…

Friðrik Dór

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Okay, I know how this is gonna sound, but I’m sorry, Friðrik Dór just isn’t black enough to pull this…

Art Museum – Saturday

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Photos by Hvalreki and Páll Hilmarsson a)Holy shit, this place looks awesome. It’s about time Iceland had a real pop/rock…

Amsterdam – Friday

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Things were pretty awesome at Amsterdam. The Warsaw Pact got things going with their vibrant gypsy folk, and I’m glad…

Amsterdam – Thursday

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Amsterdam is somewhat of a surprising venue this year. It’s the home of sleazy regulars, and reeks of beer and…