Free Pink Street Boys Album! Free Editorial! Free Love!

Free Pink Street Boys Album! Free Editorial! Free Love!

Editorial In Chief

Published August 29, 2014

Here is a short editorial, inspired by the late, great Bill Gates and his vision, which continues to warm our hearts and our thighs through our pockets, via sturdy, glowing Gorilla Glass:

Here’s to the volcanos. The eruptions. The shaking moneymakers. The ones who remind the world that, yes, we exist. While some may see them as extremely dangerous and not to be trifled with, we see them as tremendous opportunities for market expansion, advanced brand awareness building and vast merchandizing profits.

Because the people who are arrogant enough to shamelessly exploit potentially catastrophic events, are the ones who make bank.

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PSB4

Here is a review of Pink Street Boys’ cassette-exclusive release, which is called Trash From The Boys:

Trash From The Boys is the best Icelandic album I have heard for a long time. It might be the best Icelandic album ever made. That might well be. I don’t know.

Like a 21st century version of a younger, angrier, hungrier, dirtier, perverser, more cynical, more poisonus, more self-destructiverer version of that band Singapore Sling (I really miss Singapore Sling), Pink Street Boys provide a perfect and, frankly, much-needed antidote to all that hey! business that’s been contaminating our airwaves of late.

This is neither wholesome nor pretty. I haven’t been able to discern any lyrics, but I’m fairly certain they’ll prove kind of dumb and exciting. The band themselves don’t come off as particularly handsome or smart. I’m not sure they’re great at playing their instruments. I love them. I love their album.

They’re just what Reykjavík, needs.

Thank you, Pink Street Boys.

Download the album here.


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In the above photograph, I am accompanied by one of my favourite people in the world, Dr. Haukur S. Magnússon, my paternal grandfather and my namesake (I had to make sure not to get a doctorate degree, so folks would be able to tell us apart). It was taken a couple of Christmases ago, in-between bouts of us eating, drinking and being merry. What a time we had. Dr. Haukur is 82 years old. He became a doctor in 1961, and spent the brunt of his career working as a General Practitioner, helping thousands of humans overcome illness and injury.

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Reykjavík sextet Rökkurró have come back to Earth since their last album, ‘Í annan heim’ (“To Another World”). Gone are the hushed vocals and guitars that gave that record its dreamy sheen, replaced now with a more polished and earthy pop sound, as may be heard in this issue’s free track, “Blue Skies.” As well as the marked change in style, the band have flipped from the Icelandic language into English, suggesting they may have their eyes set on broader, more worldly horizons in the coming year. As such, they are among the nineteen handpicked acts that will represent Iceland

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Track Of The Issue: Kælan Mikla’s “Ekkert nema ég”

Track Of The Issue: Kælan Mikla’s “Ekkert nema ég”

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With its loud and gnarly thumping bass, “Ekkert nema ég” starts off filthy great. According to the band, the song’s lyrics are all from a long text message drummer Sólveig Matthildur Kristjánsdóttir wrote her friend while drunk. Vocalist Laufey Soffía Þórsdóttir renders the drunk-text beautifully, softly singing: “I will smoke the world / swallow its remains / so there will be nothing left but me,” before screaming at the top of her lungs: “I am God!” Meet Kælan Mikla, a trio of avant-garde punks whose lyrics are poems (indeed, you may read about them in our poetry feature), delivered on

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Hey, check out the above photo. Who are those people? I’ll tell you: I’m in there, along with our designer Hrefna, along with our former interns Parker and Rebecca (currently visiting from abroad to do some writing), along with our current interns Tom and Saskia and Elín and Melissa, along with our listings editor Gabríel, along with our journalist John, along with the ghost of what should’ve been (always lurking in the background, him). Behind the camera is the lovely photographer Matt Eisman, who set up shop at our office over Airwaves, where he’ll be shooting some of our favourite

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Check Out Our Fancy Airwaves 2014 Compilation!

Check Out Our Fancy Airwaves 2014 Compilation!

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Hey folks! It’s Iceland Airwaves time yet again. With 219 artists performing, we didn’t feel right just picking one for our track of issue, so we instead reached out to a shitload of bands performing and made this playlist for you all. With 58 contributing artists, the list clocks in at just over four hours, and you can download the whole thing for free here (that’s a torrent file, which means you’ll need a torrent programme, such as μTorrent). Check it out! kimono – Spectres Lily the Kid – PEDRO Berndsen – Game of Chance Védís – White Picket Fence Kira Kira

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So Long, And Thanks For All The Cheese!

So Long, And Thanks For All The Cheese!

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For someone who is used to having an entire aisle at their disposal when they run out of toothpaste, Icelandic grocery stores can seem, shall we say, a little mundane. Of course when it comes to toothpaste, all that choice is perhaps excessive. Ever since I started spending considerable amounts of time in Iceland, this ‘paradox of choice,’ and what it might mean, has been on my mind. As I noted in my 27th editorial a few years back: there’s Crest, there’s Colgate, there’s All-Natural, there’s Aquafresh, there’s Arm & Hammer, there’s Oral B, there’s Sensodyne, there’s Mentadent. There’s gel.

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