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Author: Sindri Eldon

One-To-One Scale

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Gareth Edwards’s ‘Rogue One: A Star Wars Story’ ‘Rogue One’ fully and completely understands what it means to be a…

New Star Wars Is Fucking Garbage

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WARNING! STAR WARS: EPISODE VII SPOILERS IN THIS POST! SCROLL FASTER, REFRESH YOUR PAGE OR STAB YOURSELF IN THE EYES…

Uh, No

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Darren Aronofsky’s NoahMan, fuck Darren Aronofsky. Fuck his weak, hacky, hammy, pretentious, melodramatic, student-filmmaking-with-a-budget shit. I’ve always been mystified as…

Put Yourself Into A Horse

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Benedikt Erlingsson’s Hross Í Oss (‘Of Horses And Men’)For all of Iceland’s cinematic history, a tendency has prevailed to portray…

What Did I Just Watch?

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This film is odd. I can’t decide what it’s supposed to be. Is it some sort of ad for Life…

Being Him Just Wasn’t That Much Fun

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So it’s been ten years since Elliott Smith died. By the time this article goes to print, there will probablybe…

Life In A Northern Town: Dagur Kári’s ‘Nói Albínói’

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Claustrophobia. It’s everywhere in ‘Nói Albínói.’ It’s in the flailing arms of the titular character tossing rocks into the ocean,…

Here We Go Again: Marteinn Thorsson’s ‘XL’

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“How typical,” mumbles Leifur, ‘XL’s protagonist as he attends a performance art exhibition, only to be shushed by his vacuous…

Rock Me, Sexy Jesus

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Let me just say this right off the bat: it’s not Bryan Ferry’s fault he’s old, and I am in…

Song For Wendy: Meeting Point

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I’m not quite sure, but I think this is a failed attempt to make folk songs out of various poems….

Baggalútur: Áfram Ísland!

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Isn’t there some other album called this? Now, the music here is basically irrelevant, so I’m pretty much just gonna…

HAMLETTE HOK: VÍKARTINDUR

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I always feel insecure when I try to review music like this (probably because Ben Frost yelled at me about…

NOLO: Nology

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Treading a curious line between meticulously soundscaped and haphazardly simple, Nology is a slightly daft adventure in post-modern musicianship, but…

Stealing Mountains

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For three months, Mike Lindsey has lived alone in a cottage in northeast Iceland. Having gained some notoriety as a…

The Foreigner’s Prerogative

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So who the frak is Jóhann Jóhannsson? He’s an accomplished Icelandic musician, a self-taught composer with seven solo albums and…

Steve Sampling: The Optimist

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Steve Sampling’s trip-tastic journey through his magical adventure world of drum patterns, random delay effects, airtight compression and—you guessed it—oodles…

Nico Muhly: I Drink The Air Before Me

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IDTABM reaches far and wide in its attempts to balance playful flute frolics and dark, sombre horns, and Muhly has…

Taming The Animal

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Shoplifter InterviewedReykjavík to New York transplant Hrafnhildur Arnardóttir, or Shoplifter as she’s known outside of Iceland, has been making quite…

UNTITLED MUSIC COLUMN

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When I turned thirteen, and consequently started smelling like shit, my mom decided to break it to me in an…

Bob And Sindri Go Músíktilraunir!

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Every year, Músíktilraunir (“Music Experiments”) are held to locate and reward the most innovative undiscovered bands in Iceland. To fully…

Come All Ye Faithful, But Other People Can Totally Come If They Want To

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Not all artists are assholes. Some, in fact, can be quite friendly. While the Hallgrímskirkja Friends Of The Arts Society…

RMM – Your Schedule

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Reykjavik Music Mess is an independent music festival in downtown Reykjavik, with shows at Nasa, The Nordic House and Sódóma…

Lower Dens: Two-Hand Movement

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Sweeping through its thirty-odd minutes in a laid-back haze of introspective nihilism, ‘Two-Hand Movement’ is a rainy afternoon of twinkling…

Skúli Sverrisson: Sería II

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When it doesn’t get too stupid and sappy (like one of those unbearable French films with a season, colour or…

Ferlegheit: You Can Be As Bad As You Can Be Good

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Hot tip for you Icelandic bands with English lyrics: spell-check your motherfucking CD booklet… and learn English… and maybe get…