Author: Rex Beckett - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Author: Rex Beckett

You’re Just Too Krútt To Be True

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As far as old clichés go, ‘better late than never’ is one of the easiest to doubt. Sigríður Níelsdóttir may…

Music Battle Royale 2012!

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Since 1982, The ÍTR, Reykjavík’s sports and youth council, has put on The Battle of the Bands (Músiktilraunir) as a…

BODY-POLICE BRUTALITY

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In the last issue of The Grapevine appeared an opinion piece entitled ‘WHY I BOTHER, PT. IV’ by Hildur Lilliendahl…

Rainbow Reykjavík Event: The Lovers, The Dreamers And Me

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Breaking newsflash: Iceland is a really gay-friendly country! Of course we all know this; we have a big ol’ lez…

What It Feels Like

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Margo Dooney delves into the life of the modern Icelandic girlWhat is the condition of being a teenage girl in…

Birds Of A Feather

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In most cases when a musician finds another artist operating under the same name, they take the cue to come…

Getting Rid Of ‘The Man Behind The Curtain’

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Before we begin, let’s just go ahead and acknowledge the illustrious, dazzling elephant in the room: Björk. She’s always there….

Let’s Go Shopping At Christmastime!

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Winter has tumbled from the sky and the holidays are nearly upon us. Soon the tree will be up and…

Going To The Country, Gonna Drink A Lot Of Vodka

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For us, the lead up to the Iceland Airwaves festival is a couple of whirlwind weeks of trying to talk…

DELICIOUS, SALTY AND SWEATY

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A heavy cloud of cigarette smoke and a gloss of leathery inebriation lined the gateway into NASA that night. A…

It Is What It Is And It Is It

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A veteran Hollywood character actor and established cult figure, Crispin Hellion Glover is an obsession to some and an enigma…

Track of the Issue!

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1…2…3… and RAWK! HAM are BACK! And they are as powered up and fist driving as they were when they…

THE CULTURE OF INCREDIBILITY

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After finishing reading Hildur Lilliendahl’s editorial piece ‘CAR CLAIMS TO HAVE CAUGHT FIRE’ one can hardly be blamed for losing…

A Nation Of Barebackers

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It’s 4:30 in the morning at the 10-11 on Austurstræti, as a night of steady drinking, sweaty dancing and anonymous…

Talking Out Of Phones

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Dan Deacon is best known for two things: a profanity laden viral video and bleep-bloopy dance music that hipsters really,…

Screaming Masterpiece?

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After a decade’s worth of editions of the Iceland Airwaves festival, the event has finally been captured for the big…

Urban Psychedelia And Fiery Myths

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Sometimes it takes a long time for bands to form. Childhood friendships, painstaking auditions and frustrating jam sessions until the…

Dispatches From The Corpse-Painting Station

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Just down road from the bruised, bloody, moshing mess of Eistnaflug’s main venue Egilsbúð was another den of depravity and…

Beyond The Boom-And-Bust

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Finding the silver lining around the  collapse of Iceland’s economy can  seem like a daunting task. However, some are taking…

Eight Weeks Until Airwaves!

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Summer is over and school is back in session, which means the party is basically over. Well, not really, it’s…

CSI: Reykjavík

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Our stats this issue may be grim, but there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation. The murder of Hafnarfjörður resident Hannes Helgason…

Iceland Airwaves Warm-Up Show In Akureyri

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A lot has happened since we last brought you news from camp Airwaves. The team has been hard at work…

Bárujárn: Bárujárn (EP)

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This EP is incredibly frustrating. Not because of the songs—they are instant hip-shaking, gothabilly surf hits. Not because of the…

A Borganestastic Day

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“Hey guys, let’s go hang out in Borgarnes! I hear it’s a really cool place!” Now when was the last…

Getting The Old Snippity-Snip!

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Despite how it may sometimes seem, what with all the pregnant ladies and guys who can’t even spell the word…