Author: Rex Beckett - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Harvesting Sparkles: Kórus Collective Choir Leader Kira Kira Opens Up

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Nestled into the cosy pink suede couch at Emilie & the Cool Kids, Kristín Björk Kristjánsdóttir sips her tea and…

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer: Bargain Boozing In Reykjavík

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You hear it everywhere you go every single day: “Iceland is so expensive!” Especially in relation to alcohol. No one…

Airwaves Hangover Guide: “Trust Me, I Know Just The Place.”

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Oh my god, dude, how fucking crazy was last night? That show was amazing! What? Oh, of course you’re going…

Poseidon Has Left The Building: New Documentary ‘Atlantis, Iceland’ Sinks

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Music documentaries about Iceland have had a fairly spotty past, and their titles are often met with extended groans, so…

Winning: FM Belfast Give All Their Power

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Lóa Hjálmtýsdóttir stops everything when it’s brought to her attention that season nine of RuPaul’s Drag Race is now on…

Iceland Airwaves 2017: Meet The Venues

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Now in its 18th year, the annual Iceland Airwaves Music Festival has grown and changed and morphed into a much…

When Is Life? Omotrack Seize The Day


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Fifteen years ago in a remote village in Ethiopia, two Icelandic toddlers started writing rap songs. The brothers, Markús and…

City Guide: How To Soup In Reykjavík

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Winter, as the white walkers and weathermen tell us, is here. But don’t worry—if you find yourself in a snowstorm,…

While You Were Waiting: Kiriyama Family Are Finding Their Groove

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It can take anyone a little while to figure out who they are. Kiriyama Family have had four years, and…

Rite Of Spring: ‘Fórn’ Is Now Showing In Reykjavík

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Somewhere between the repugnant and the pure, the orgiastic and the tortuous, the brutal and the delicate, there is sacrifice….

Understanding Their Power: Dance Piece ‘GRRRRRRLS’ Hits Maturity

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Ásrún Magnúsdóttir sits in a relaxed slouch in a Prikið booth, legs and arms shifting into stretches of repose as…

Celebrating Yr. Xpat Xmas Away From Home: A GUIDE

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So you moved to Iceland and you’re about to celebrate that most popular of Christianity-based holidays—and for some reason, this…

Þórir Georg: It’s Always The Quiet Ones

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Þórir Georg is the first to admit that he’s not much for interviews or self-promotion of an kind. Although he’s…

You Can’t Always Force It

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I swear, I wanted to party last night. When I saw my work schedule for this week I said to…

Airwaves As Xmas: Riding The Friendwaves!

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There are countless locals who go to Airwaves just to see their friends and relatives bands play. Given how the…

All You Need To Know About Surviving Iceland Airwaves In One Handy Guide

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Welcome to Iceland! You’ve just landed at Keflavík (or will very soon) and it’s (probably) your first time in Reykjavík,…

Go West: Famous Western Icelanders of Our Time

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The Icelandic diaspora stretches far and wide but the countries with the most people of Icelandic descent are Canada, the…

The Seven: Driving To Akureyri One Hot Dog At A Time

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The people of Akureyri have been keeping a secret from us Capital Region folk. It’s called The Seven. For years…

Seven Great New Rock-Out Worthy Bands

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While Muck and Pink Street Boys are out there slaying us day and night, the rock scene in Reykjavík is…

How Many Gorillas Does It Take To Change A Light Bulb In A Museum?

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Frida Kahlo and Käthe Kollwitz want to make sure I can’t see them. The disembodied voices of the women who…

Where There Is Sand, There Is A Beach Party

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And they ‘Wish You Were Here’Today I walked onto a warm island shore. To my right I watched the gentle…

Meet The Venues

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So you’re browsing through the Airwaves schedule trying to get a feel for your evening and while you know some…

Party Fuel: Your Late Night Eating Guide!

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It’s Friday, 2:52 in the morning, you’re stumbling out of Hafnarhús after dancing your ass off to The Knife’s last…

Don Donuttio DiMaggio Of The County Fair

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Just as the infinitely self-deprecating Don of the Springfield mafia couldn’t resist a tiny bicycle trick, I’m a gal who…

Páll Óskar: In The Name Of Love

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Talking Pride with the king of the parade The front door is wide open. Giving a little tap on the…