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  • WTF Is “Musicology” And Why Should You Care?

    WTF Is “Musicology” And Why Should You Care?

    On Tuesday, the University of Iceland’s Continuing Education Institute kicks off a three-night seminar on musicology, taught by Iceland’s only (by now) music writer-slash-scholar, the wonderful Arnar Eggert Thoroddsen. We e-mailed Arnar some questions, to try and figure out wtf “musicology” is, and…

  • Auðn

    Auðn

    From the anguished beauty of the bittersweet melodies and the dark, atmospheric, aura, to the stellar sound production and the vicious throat-tearing vocal delivery, Auðn’s self-titled debut album is altogether flawless. Black metal has no right to be this beautiful. It is…

  • It’s Alive! Momentum Get Their Freak On This Saturday!

    It’s Alive! Momentum Get Their Freak On This Saturday!

    The Freak is Alive sat finished for quite a while, deep Momentum’s vaults of doom, patiently awaiting its day to shine. That came when the record got picked up by the fine folks at Norway’s Dark Essence Records after attending a listening…

  • METAL: At Wacken Metal Battle, ITCOM Crushed The Competition

    METAL: At Wacken Metal Battle, ITCOM Crushed The Competition

    Wacken Metal Battle, Iceland took place at Harpa Norðurljós on April 11, featuring performances by Aeterna, Röskun, Narthraal, In the Company of Men, Oni, Church House Creepers, Auðn, Ophidian I and The Vintage Caravan. After Aeterna opened the night like it was…

  • Your Joyous Future

    Your Joyous Future

    Muck’s latest endeavour catapults them to heretofore-unreachable heights, perfectly capturing the band’s intense stage presence. ‘Your Joyous Future’ can be a tough pill to swallow after that first listen, but the monster quickly grows on you. [bandcamp width=100% height=120 album=2089868798 size=large bgcol=ffffff…

  • Mutilation, Right?

    Mutilation, Right?

    Ophidian I kick shit off with a frenzy of dizzying riffing and blasting brutality. Their music treads intricate paths of stunning technicality and succinct songwriting wrapped up in the blast furnace bellows of vocalist Ingó, who commands the stage like a flaxen-haired Franco.…

  • Saving The Best For Last: Sónar Saturday, The Metalhead’s Perspective

    Lily the Kid’s performance is a little trip to heaven. Their beats have grooves for miles, and their sounds are smoother than a baby’s bottom. The couple of chanteuses layer beauty atop aural orgasms and shivers travel up and down my spine…

  • Kontinuum Killed It! DOOMRIDERS Sucked!

    Kontinuum Killed It! DOOMRIDERS Sucked!

    The Mercy Buckets’ performance was a first for me. And a first for their front man as well, it would seem, as he was well winded and nearly unable to speak between songs. But in light of their crushing performance, it was…

  • Powder Galore At Hlíðarfjall Ski Resort

    Powder Galore At Hlíðarfjall Ski Resort

    My travel companion Frosti and I are flying into Akureyri to spend the weekend snowboarding at Hlíðarfjall. Thankfully, we touch down safely. We park our asses in a warm, red Yaris rental car and make for the hostel we have booked for…

  • Wreaking Havoc On Siglufjörður

    Wreaking Havoc On Siglufjörður

    “Slam on the brakes!” the bus full of snowboarders yell at the driver. After a few erratic swerves, he brings the bus to a grinding halt. The kid standing in the front entrance stairwell is well miffed by these motional irregularities as…

  • Out Of The Ashes: AK-Extreme 2011

    Out Of The Ashes: AK-Extreme 2011

    On the high pass to Akureyri, a crashed 18-wheel truck foreshadows the mayhem to come. Friday afternoon is full of promises and, after settling into the tiny apartment we’ve rented for the weekend, we’re off to inspect the downtown big jump. After…

  • Oddsskarð: The Park At The End Of The World

    Oddsskarð: The Park At The End Of The World

    Momentum singer Hörður Ólafsson is gently chanting at me through my super-sized Sennheisers. His message is something regarding “holding back”, but the virgin powder unfolding endlessly in front of me in a mad mountainous panorama begs for deflowering and on such a…