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Páll Óskar: In The Name Of Love
The front door is wide open. Giving a little tap on the wooden frame, I hear the boom of his instantly recognisable voice greeting me from the next room. The one and only Páll Óskar strolls into the foyer motioning that he’s…
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In A Van Down By The Ocean, Touring to Vík
Nearly 200 kilometres of road lay in front of us. From Reykjavík to Vík í Mýrdal in two days, that was our mission. That’s not at all that much, you might note, but we had to make some stops on the way…
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We Own This Town
It came as a surprise to many when Reykjavíkurdætur appeared on the line-up for this year’s instalment of Eistnaflug—the female rap collective might not have seemed a logical fit for the metal festival, the name of which translates to “Flying Testes.” Unfazed…
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There Will Be Rainbows
Reykjavík has many reasons to be proud. Heck, just last issue we catalogued the gamut of what makes Reykjavík such a groovy place to call home—including the best of everything under our conspicuously elusive sun. But, as summer (or whatever this cold,…
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Creativity For All
Set in the glacial crevasse town of Seyðisfjörður, the music and arts festival LungA is a buzzing hive of creativity and pure, weird art. The weeklong festival is packed with different workshops held during the week and then topped off by a…
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Great Grandma’s Recipe, With a Kick
Sceptics of Jungian psychology take note: the collective unconscious is most certainly A Thing here in Iceland. How’s that, you wonder? There are lots of good examples, such as the quickly passé, but briefly passionate fad for Tex-Mex-themed confirmation parties. But more…