Hressó – Saturday

To save myself and the reader precious time in our short, fleeting lives, I have decided to forego the standard procedure of taking an account of a nihilistic drinking binge set to live music and dressing it up with florid prose in an attempt to make it look like a life-changing experience. Instead comes a mind-blowing reading experience unlike anything you’ve seen since however long ago it was you were in second grade, and one I find more in keeping with the maturity generally on display during Iceland Airwaves: six so-called ‘diamond poems,’ where I have taken each musician and farted out a short poem about their performance, using the following format:
NOUN
ADJECTIVE ADJECTIVE
VERB VERB VERB
ADJECTIVE ADJECTIVE
NOUN
I won’t insult you or myself by deeming it necessary to explain further, so I’ll let the poetry do the talking from now on:
JÓN TRYGGVI
Music lessons
Commonplace, unimaginative
Confesses, whines, jams
White, easy
Muzak
STAIRS TO KOREA
Kitsch
English, quirky
Yelps, jokes, croons
Innovative, honest
Beard
MIKAEL LIND
Krútt
Contrived, nervous
Aspires, attempts, fails
Insipid, crap
Crap
Turns out finding verbs for music is pretty hard.
MAT RIVIERE
Drone
Apocalyptic, atonal
Drifts, minimises, varies
Lonely, bitter
Floor tom
NAPOLEON III
Talent
Loud, assured
Rocks, shows off. screams
Distorted, nonsensical
Chaos
Sit down and stop dancing, Bearded Twat At The Front. No-one’s going to join in. Thank you.
LIGHTS ON THE HIGHWAY
Kidults
Fair, cocky
Bleats, lacks, indulges
Heavy-handed, sterile
Marijuana

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