Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Author: Bart Cameron

PanVirgins

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These five kids from Hafnarfjörður, who produced this album themselves, present tight hard rock worth respect. While the guitars, often…

Come for the Whales; Stay… As Long As You Can

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Whenever you talk whale watching in Iceland, you hear the stories about Húsavík. It is not atypical to come across…

Hildur ValaSelf-titled

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The winner of this year’s Icelandic Idol competition… yes, like American Idol. And World Idol. You want us to stop…

Guide to the ratings system:

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GraveslimeRoughness and Toughness

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Okay, so you don’t like bands with names like Graveslime. And you don’t like hard rock. Get over it. This…

Lucas Saves His Franchise and Reminds Us What’s Missing in Pop Cinema

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Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith is imperfect and silly at times, but it still captures most of…

You May Not Want to Avoid Sin City

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From the director of Spy Kids 3D and the writer of Robocop 2 and 3 comes Sin City, a film…

Even Monty Python Jokes Get Old

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It’s just a sad fact: you can only say “The knights of ni!” so many times. Garth Jennings’ (also known…

What did you do in New York?

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Grapevine designer and overall impressionable youth Jóhannes Kjartansson recently journeyed to the land of Vice Magazine. He came back grinning…

Four newspapers, twelve magazines, no press

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We made a difficult editorial decision here. Our planned feature on the repercussions of an oil scandal, in which the…

How to truly immerse yourself in the local works of art

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If you tuned in last issue, we told you were the beautiful people take off their clothes, and where the…

24-Hour Sunlight? Time for a Movie

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You’d think after a winter of perpetual darkness and cold, you couldn’t keep an Icelander indoors for another second come…

Sundhöll Reykjavíkur

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Reason we like it: In our opinion, this is one of the most beautiful buildings in Iceland. The pool was…

How We Get Our Drink On

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Icelandic Beer—Thule Icelandic beer has a heavy, extremely hoppy taste, similar to Carlsberg. Locals prefer Viking Gullfoss over Egill’s two…

Hotel Loftleiðir

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Reason we like it: The only indoor hotel pool in Reykjavík has been celebrated by locals for decades. With tasteful…

Rauðhetta og Úlfurinn

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I’ve been telling foreigners that the real thing to purchase during a visit, the ultimate souvenir, is the Icelandic haircut,…

Nauthólsvík

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Reason we like it: One of the more absurd beaches in the world, Nauthólsvík features imported yellow sand, hot water…

A Metaphor to Dwell On

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After about three weeks struggling with a cover to match Haukur Már Helgason’s feature, we finally had it. A cover…

BEST Í HEIMI: Argentína

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I can say without hesitation that Argentina is the best place in the world for a red meat-loving person to…

ALABAMA THUNDERPUSSYApril 27 Grand Rokk, supported by Brain Police

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But Alabama Thunderpussy, or The Pussy as we have taken to calling them, are well-travelled rockers, and they kept lock-step…

RANGÁ for a Night or Weekend

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If you’ve come to Iceland to relax and have found the Reykjavík nightlife a little overwhelming; or even if you…

THE MOST FUN YOU CAN HAVE IN REYKJAVÍK WITH YOUR CLOTHES OFF

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What would be so fun that it would be worth shoving your wedding tackle about in front of a mass…

Travel Tips: Getting to Mývatn

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Directions to key cities in Iceland are simple: drive the ring road. If you have two or more people, buses…

BUY SHIT

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Smekkleysa (Bad Taste) was originally an art collective that came together to produce the works of a group of local…

FRIENDS FOR LIFE

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July 14th, 1972, Hotel Loftleiðir. 1 am. Sæmundur: Oh, Bobby, look at the mess you made. Bobby: Yes. I’m a…