Published January 13, 2006
It should come as no surprise that middle-aged pop celebrity Björgvin Halldórsson’s dabbling in country, rock and blues have aged far better than his cheesy, contrived power ballads. The explicit agony of sitting through songs like Sóley, Skýið and Sendu nú vagninn þinn were enough to make me rethink this whole music critic thing and consider a career in accounting.
Although there are some true gems on it, such as Ævintýri, Rock ‘n Roll Öll mín bestu ár and Mamma grét, what truly makes this pompous monstrosity (yes, 67 songs is a monstrosity), worth listening to is its unmatched ability to show one man’s long love affair with the sound of his own voice: King Bó swoons and brays with the kind of regal bombast generally reserved for French noblemen in costume dramas.
Yes, the fun never ends at Bó’s place, or so they say, and if you’re having Icelandic people over the age of 30 over for lamb and schnapps, you can pretty much just let this fucker roll. This collection: 2,499 ISK. A big bottle of Brennivín: 4,030 ISK. Your dinner guests drunkenly embarrassing the hell out of themselves by knowing the lyrics to damn near every song on each of the three CDs: Priceless.