Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Idiot Culture for the Masses

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The rambunctious howls of Ljótu Hálfvitarnir, or Ugly Idiots, greeted me mid-brisk-walk towards the big stage at Miklatún Park early…

Sex, Lies and Soccer

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It always starts the same. That peculiar unease. A muted recognition. The guilty glance from across a crowded room. Love…

Musings in the Garden

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Nico Muhly moves like his music. I mean this completely seriously. When he talks, his expressions follow his hands like…

The Ghost Centre

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“Seals are crazy about pregnant women,” the deep, solemn, man’s voice on the CD player whispers in my ear. I…

Gló

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After a vigorous session of yoga, I can imagine that there are few things more satisfying than a ridiculously healthy…

Not the Same Old Jens

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The soft-spoken musings of Swedish Jens Lekman are carving him a spot in music history as one of Europe’s best-loved…

Dead

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In an alley stretching off of Laugavegur, Jón Sæmundur Auðarson’s Dead label has found a permanent home in his store…

Hopeless Romantics

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“This song is about my mother,” began Þórir with his eyes on the floor, “Who unfortunately has never sat in…

Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

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What were your intentions when you were starting out? Unnsteinn: First it was to win the Samfés (the national youth…

Saving Iceland Mega Concert

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A barefoot girl with long blonde hair reaching down to her lower back was dancing enthusiastically to the deserving catchy…

The Night Horny Electronica Lostto the Horny Countryside

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“You know you’re at a Sveitaball when someone is vomiting outside and the show hasn’t even started yet,” a friend…

ICE-land Takes Puns to New Low Fronts

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There are 56 words in the Icelandic language for “snow & ice”. In English, we have “snow” and “ice”. If…

Vintage Shopping with Irony

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“Frúin í Hamborg” is a fantastic riddle: What did you do with the unprecedented sum of money the lady of…

Dyrhólaey: Jagged Death Plunge or Birdwatcher’s Paradise

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Driving towards Dyrhólaey from the west, the first thing you notice about the colossal rock mass is the bird shit….

Bautinn

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Bautinn is an Akureyri landmark. In a sprawling bright red house located in the city centre, this restaurant has become,…

Nætursalan

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If you want the full 360 on Akureyri dining, you must pay a visit to Nætursalan. Preferably between the hours…

Friðrik V

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Friðrik Val Karlsson is a man who keeps his friends close, and his food closer. The 36-year-old chef, an Akureyri…

Shock Value at Face Value

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Lying on the bright red couch in his living room, Maggi sets down his glass bottle of beer on the…

The Wild, Wild East

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A circus of a town As we drove into Seyðisfjörður, our eyes focused on the quaint pool of ocean water…