The second part of our massive Sónar Reykjavík coverage is finally on-line for you to read, look at and think about. This time around, we have four people walking around Harpa in various states of inebriation, noting down what they saw and heard and experienced that Saturday night, along with two photographers whose lenses you get to peer through.
Some of the articles even have YouTube links to songs that were performed at the event. Yup, it’s the second best thing to being there (note: next year our team will have super fancy Google glasses that will record everything POV-style, so you can have like a ‘Virtual Reality’ experience of the whole thing. We are confident this will happen).
All in all, it was a good night. Mr. Bob Cluness experienced him some musical epiphanies, and was in an altogether more relaxed state than the previous night. Clyde Bradford got SUPER ANNOYED at some punter who was talking loudly through James Blake’s set (and making fun of Brits for liking tea and crumpets… but who doesn’t???), but his night was ultimately redeemed by the one and only Squarepusher.
Valgerður Þóroddsdóttir got in some dancing and joy before ultimately losing interest in music altogether (music festivals will sometimes do this to you), while bearded teardrop Aðalsteinn Jörundsson shares his account of two splendid nights at Sónar.
LET’S NOT FORGET THE PHOTOS! Yup, once more the mighty Alísa and Paula fluttered through the night, their cameras en tow, to bring you the best sights of the night. Look at their fancy slideshow HERE.