Published April 8, 2005
Steindór’s indie release is nowhere near as boring as the cover. The vocals never hit their mark—they are in key, but almost hummed, as though they are demos for someone else to come in and belt out. Because of this, the tracks drain on you—until the vocals are cut off, and you hear a decent, 60s jazz sound guitar. If you have a voice, buy the album then join up with Steindór. If you want to become a studio musician, listen closely to the arrangements in the album. Otherwise, pass this up.
Worth one beer. Costs one beer.