Author: Haukur S. Magnússon - The Reykjavik Grapevine

The Virtues of a Hot Bath

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Now, I am not a proponent of many things, except maybe some obscure bands that I assume people will think…

A Celebration of All Things Good

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Let us not beat around any bush: Mugison is a golden god, and he is a shining path. So is…

Aldrei fór ég suður: Now More Than Ever

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The 1974th Annual Easter-festivities will soon be upon us, as will the fourth annual ‘Aldrei Fór Ég Suður’ (I Never…

GUSGUS ARE FOREVER

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The end was near and the heat had already been turned off by the time I visited the GusGus studio…

Should You Be Eating This?

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Þorrablót food is SO WEIRDOnce again, it is time for the traditional weird-food article, to be published around the month…

The Joy of Failing Miserably, or: Why Icelanders Really Are Happy

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Award winning journalist Eric Weiner has seen a lot of the world. His post as a foreign correspondent for respected…

Garage Days Revisited?

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Tónlistarþróunarmiðstöðin, a rehearsal space and concert venue, hosts fifty bands that operate in the Reykjavík area. It has been a…

Those Crazy Kids, What Will They Think of Next?

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No matter what anyone tells you, the 101 Reykjavík nightlife scene is druggy, and it is a cousin of both…

Jóhann Jóhannsson: A User’s Manual

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He used to play in some pretty rough rock bands. These days, Jóhann Jóhannsson doesn’t employ loud, distorted guitars to…

Brian Jonestown Massacre In Reykjavík: You Could Have Had It So Much Better

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I had been looking forward to seeing The Brian Jonestown Massacre perform for the longest time. Throughout the years, their…

A Tale Of Two New Year’s

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In which a Grapevine staff journalist swaps apartments with a NY couple in time for 2006’s passing. Both parties end…

Vor

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As anyone who spends much time in downtown Reykjavík will attest, finding a good, affordable place to have lunch can…

Youth Is Wasted On The Young

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Basshunter brings Boten Anna to Iceland. Show opened by XXX Rottweiler and Dr. Mister & Mr. HandsomeThe first thing that…

How to Conduct Your Icelandic Christmas

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Even though most western nations are by all accounts becoming more mind-numbingly culturally uniform by the minute, there are still…

A Christmas Flood of Books and Noah’s Freezer Trawler

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So, what’s the deal with Iceland’s heavily condensed book market, where almost all of the year’s titles are published in…

Perlan

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Dining at Perlan is always an uplifting experience, if not only for the fact that the restaurant is located near…

The Old Men And The Sea

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By no means do I morally disapprove of whaling. Whales are intelligent beings, yes, but so are pigs, chickens and…

“Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely”

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Jóhann Hauksson and Sigtryggur Ari Jóhannsson’s recent article in the premier issue of the magazine Ísafold sheds new light on…

No Compromise, No Rules

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Infamous horror director Eli Roth, a trailblazer in his own right, already has a highly publicised (at least around these…

Spontaneous Self-Pleasuring

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Meeting up with legendary electro hitmongers Daft Punk backstage at NASA for a short interview, just minutes before one half…

Experiencing Aurora Borealis Underwater

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Four hours of driving unkept gravel roads, over mountains, across fjords, will take you from Reykjavík to Iceland’s other Reykjanes…

A Basic Form of Communicating

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“Music has been intertwined with my life from the age of six. Actually, I didn’t give up my soul to…

Connecting Through Music

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Musician Will Oldham – sometimes known as Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy – has in the past decade or so proved to…

Another Glorious Week of Noise

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Once again, the whole of Reykjavík, nay Iceland, braces itself to welcome the annual Iceland Airwaves festival and the plethora…

Caruso

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Caruso has long been of the establishments one is bound to notice while strolling down Bankastræti any given night. Its…