What beautiful sounds this album delivers; it’s simply a brilliantly-designed and controlled set of pastoral pop songs that delivers an intensity of loving thoughts and vignettes through a largely acoustic palette. Snorri’s voice is smooth on the country-blues title tracks that bookend…

Whoa, someone likes the Velvet Underground don’t they? “Get It Together,” which opens this tawdry album, is—probably by design—exactly like an outtake from that band’s Doug Yule era. You know, where he tries to sound like Lou Reed and almost does, to…

Get ready to dance! And possibly cry. And then to say, “Hang on, how come this band is now playing excerpts of Nintendo game themes?” Therein lies the chaos; this supreme set of musicians grab the Jewish roots of this most insistent…

Oh ok then, Henrik Björnsson sounds like some kind of deadpan cynical cowboy fronting a hybrid Pet Shop Boys / drugged-up psychadelic shoegazey type bunch of reprobates and the sentiments are mostly downbeat or nihilistic. But that don’t mean it isn’t good…

‘Útburður Umskiptingur’ is a cracking opener: for nearly a minute you’ll be turning the volume up and up to try and hear anything and then cursing the couple next door for letting their baby cry whilst you’re trying to listen to some…

A juggernaut doesn’t have to be going at 100mph to squish you flat: the inexorable push forward of a 25mph roar is going to do the job slower, and furthermore you’re going to know… all… about… IT untilyouslideunderandpop… intothewhite… BUT then somehow…

The opening tracks of this fine, strange album—‘Innsigling’ and ‘Leggir’—set up this LP as one containing the best doomy-blues songs that Nick Cave only wishes that he could have waved at as it passed his stupid, goth-y big head, gazing at a…

Blues doesn’t get the appreciation it deserves. But if Daníel Águst has got anything to do with it, that’s gonna change, cowboy. And though the form itself is based round familiar chords and licks, in the hands of someone with something to…

What is evident about Mr Jónsson is that he has absolutely impeccable taste. The title track’s acoustic spins on The Beatles’ ‘Blackbird,’ ‘Ocean Girl’ kicks off with the descending riff from the verses of ‘Dear Prudence,’ also by The Beatles of course…

Divested of the enviro-politic moving picture of the same name, this ceases to be a soundtrack and transcends even the status of an album, because everything about this collection of feelings, emotions and resonant creative constructions is pretty much immaculate. The arrangements…

Thanks, you bastards. I was having a zonked-out Sunday there, minding my own business, before your proggy, introspective tunes made my hangover come up again. This is not, of course, a bad thing: the first track on your wily debut album, ‘Anything…

Well, yes indeed: why not be proud of what you produce? We were massively proud of a cake we made yesterday. And then proud of the massive turd that the cake produced today. And, hey, wow, guess what? This album’s sweet, shit,…

This debut solo album takes in country-blues (The Silence Of The Night) , a kinda hoedown rock (Freeze-out) and purer, Donovan-ish folk (Carol, She’s A Meadow) in its flighty meander through familiar, non-groundbreaking but undoubtedly excellent songwriting. This is the kind of…

The boy Bart Cameron and friends return with an album that manages to simultaneously inhabit a Midwestern, dusty landscape and poke the genre with sticks til it twitches and grunts with irritation. There are many moments of self-searching on here, wry without…