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GRM: Þrjár stjörnur

Published April 20, 2012

The three stars of the album are as known for their quality song writing as they are for their unconventional singing styles, so bringing the three together to harmonise seems a rather novel idea. Gylfi is best known for his sailor songs (and cap), Rúnar is an old-school rocker in leather and shades and Megas is a first-rate lyricist. The album is something of an overview of Icelandic popular music through the past decades. Hearing Megas sing Gylfi’s anthem ‘Stolt siglir fleyið mitt’ is a treat, and the favour is returned on Megas’ wonderful ‘Við Birkiland.’
Megas has the most impressive catalogue, so his material is best represented. Rúnar’s contributions are not as well known, but work well in this context. Gylfi gets to write the new title track, which sounds like it was written for (or at) a “sveitaball” in the ’70s. This is probably as close as Iceland gets to its own Travelling Wilburys.


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