Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Author: Sindri Eldon

JÓNI JÓNS AT TURPENTINE

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“In the continent of personal dreams that lie beyond the reality of the mirror stands a vast area of conflict,…

The Carnegie Art Award 2006

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An exhibition of works nominated for the prestigious Carnegie Art Awards is currently on display at the Reykjavík Art Museum,…

The Anything, but not Everything Store

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Have you ever had one of those days where you suddenly realise your apartment is full of horrible-looking crap no…

A Hardcore Seminar In Political Apathy

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Sigurður “Siggi Punk” Harðarson, activist, musician and the show’s organiser seemed hopeful, surrounded by stacks of anarchist and communist literature,…

Pretty Music, Ugly Spectacle

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The stage set-up for Bubbi Morthens’ three-hour, live-on-TV, straight-to-DVD, 50th birthday show was beyond anything I had ever seen an…

A Weird Tour of Haunted Reykjavík

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I didn’t really know what to expect from a tour advertised only as “Icelandic Haunted Sightseeing Walks,” but in retrospect,…

The Exit’s Over There, Friend

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“Here, give me that,” said a baseball cap-wearing man to a friend of his, who was drinking water out of…

Vespa

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Wild, unpredictable and rebellious – if any of these adjectives pertain to you, you might want to consider getting yourself…

The Private Show

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The atmosphere at NASA prior to the start of Coco Rosie’s set did not point towards a terribly enjoyable evening….

A Great Protest, Utterly Ignored By the Government

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The first thing to strike me about the Friends of Iceland protest march on May 27th, Election Day, were the…

Home Grown Record Shop

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One of the score of narrow one-way streets crisscrossing the mighty Laugavegur is Vitastígur, and provided you’re looking for it,…

Mind the Menacing Bumblebees

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I don’t see anything wrong with the fact that rock climbing is considered a pastime activity, rather like how I…

The Melting Pot in a Cold, Cold Place

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If you’ve ever wondered what the outer space colonies man will one day establish may look like, then Ísafjörður in…

Heady Days in Austin, Texas

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The South by Southwest music festival in Austin, Texas is now the American music industry hotspot for signing the next…

The Foreign Monkeys Will Definitely Be the Next Arctic Monkeys

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The results are in, the facts are solid and the bands have been consigned to their fates. The Foreign Monkeys,…

Taking the Concert of the Decade to Task

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The parking lots were packed, the lines were long and security was tight. A foreigner was busy scalping tickets by…

Worm Is Green: Push Play

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A placid, atmospheric selection of electro trip-hop with a lyrical fixation on lonely robots, Push Play oozes listlessly from song…

Svala: Bird of Freedom

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Endearing attempts at halfway-decent pop composition occasionally poke through on this soulless, soggy stool sample of an album, but they…

Ampop: My Delusions

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Why does everyone whose band can do a halfway-passable impression of Radiohead suddenly think they’re qualified musicians? I don’t propose…

Atmospheric Basement

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Some bands are possessed of an eerie, if not very adventurous, talent: The ability to sound almost exactly the same…

Honeyboy Edwards

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When I arrived at NASA, two men were already onstage. At first I didn’t think any music was being played,…

Grapeivne has Bad Taste

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Over three months in 2005, the Grapevine, with the help of Bad Taste Record Shop, Gallery Lobster and Fame, Bar…

Goodbye airwaves

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The Cave is a largish room in TÞM (Tilraunar-þróunarmiðstöðin – a mouthful in any language), an old fish-processing plant on…

Revolution or social extinction?

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I have always admired him, always found him to have a mysterious magnetism that surpasses his general amiability. And sitting…

Finding everything you lost on the way

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“I don´t get Nasa,” people would tell me. “That place gives me the creeps.” But Nasa didn´t worry me at…