Published July 7, 2010
To my knowledge, the only notable thing to have come from Dalvík recently is Friðrik Ómar, a poisoned pop dwarf whose music is the equivalent of a dozen Care Bears vomiting onto the face of a small child. But for every Ying, there must be a Yang. And that stinking monolith of Yang has arrived in the form of Daði.
His music is a sparse, acoustic affair along the lines of Leonard Cohen and Current 93 circa “All The Pretty Little Horses.” So far, so folksy. But it´s the lyrics that get you. While Ólafur Arnalds is melancholy and Hank & Tank is downbeat, this is midnight at the beach at Vik, bottle of vodka in one hand, sleeping pills in the other, with Radiohead’s “Exit music” on the car stereo. It´s THAT depressing! And song titles like My Misery, Just Like Suicide and Goodbye Cruel World leave you in no doubt of its bleakness. But that doesn´t mean it´s depressing to listen to. In fact, I’d rather prefer this acoustic honesty than 85% of the smiley happy joy joy bollocks that passes for singer songwriting any day.
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