Reykjavík Grapevine - 18.05.2007, Blaðsíða 18

Reykjavík Grapevine - 18.05.2007, Blaðsíða 18
RVK_GV_06_007_REVIEWS_1918_REYKJAVÍK_GRAPEVINE_ISSUE 06_007_REVIEWS/MUSIC/CDS Reviews by Bart Cameron, Bogi Bjarnason, Páll Hilmarsson, Sindri Eldon, Sveinn Birkir Björnsson and Valur Gunnarsson Hardcore mainstays I Adapt have been quietly building steam for their next full-length album, dubbed A Chainlike Burden. The upcoming album was second on the Grapevines most awaited albums year-end list last December. While fans wait for the full-length release, I Adapt have recorded a 7-inch vi- nyl with three new songs, released by Six Feet Under records to coincide with a recent US tour. These songs are heavier than previous I Adapt work, more guitar driven, and lyrically more introspective. It is mature work. Side A sports a great song called Future In You featuring one of the greatest gui- tar hooks I can recall. Side B features Thought Time Would Forget and Subject to change, both very strong offerings. I Adapt at their best are in a class of their own. PH www.myspace.com/iadapt I do not have the faintest idea what this is and lacking any kind of musical reference point I don´t know how to pass judgement. There is some blatant Bush-bashing going down here and a bit of Bible belittlement to boot, so a few points are definitely scored. Guitarist Rúnar wields poetic prowess like a velvet scythe and if only his string strumming would produce songs half the brilliance of what drips out of his pen these guys might actually catch my ear for longer then a nano-second. But they don´t. The clean singing grates my eardrums and neither guitar nor drums show signs of aspira- tion. Having said that, track number 5, “Tveir Þrestir”, might grow on me – as it lacks the false metal pretense of its breth- ren – but ultimately this piece of plastic best serves as a beer coaster while sipping a brew and diving head first into the mesmerizing lyrical booklet. BB www.myspace.com/iadapt Trassar Amen I Adapt From Town to Town Barði Jóhannsson’s accompanying symphonic score to Danish recluse Benjamin Christensen’s 1922 surreal witchcraft documentary is very much Barði, with Bang Gang’s signature brooding melodies and dignified air, albeit taken much farther in their scale and bombast, but still retaining the cold, aloof and somewhat depthless atmosphere for which he is known. The moments of calm, yet torturous, restraint between the storms of noise are the best parts, letting Barði’s vision attain the scope it could only hint at in earlier works, whereas his weaknesses become more evident in his attempts at dramatic oomph, such as the would-be sinister riffs of the fifth ‘movement’. But Haxan falls short due mostly to Barði’s lack of imagi- nation. The second movement is especially ruined when after about ten minutes of sweeping grandeur, rock drums and an irritatingly pedestrian melody kicks in, something which would have been perfectly bearable on a pop music project, but just seems lazy here. SE www.myspace.com/haxanalbum Barði Jóhannsson Haxan Spilverkið was the first band to bring Icelandic folk influences into the context of rock music. The members’ side project, spoof band Stuðmenn, eventually took over their careers, but they were never better than this. The previously all acoustic and always anachronistic Spilverk discovered electricity in ’77, making this their Dylan in 66 album. Without all the booing. Not bad a year, for they also helped Megas make Á bleikum náttkjólum, sometimes called the best Icelandic album of all time. Opener Sirkús Geira Smart is still a campfire classic, but it’s the song Húsin mjakast upp, sung by opera star Diddú, about a couple so busy working overtime and building a new house that they are too tired to make love, that makes this the ultimate Icelandic album of the 70’s. And still relevant today. VG Icelandic punk was a late bloomer. But when it finally reached its peak in 1982, it was no pale imitator of its British ancestor. It seemed that everyone found a way to do their own thing, and something unique, and uniquely Icelandic, emerged from the mix. It hardly lets up, from openers Vonbrigði, singing their ode to Reykjavik from the point of view of disgruntled Kópavogur teens. The parent rockumentary that this is culled from was originally meant to be a documentary about Bubbi and his band Ego, and they remain the set’s stars. But it was members of Þeyr, Purkkur Pillnikk and Tappi Tikarass, who together formed the super group Sugarcubes, that would eventually take on the world. But cool Reykjavik has never been so cool. VG Various Artists Rokk í Reykjavík Spilverk þjóðanna Sturla 1977 1982 2006 Sylvia Night is a fictional character that is based on a satire of Paris Hilton and other celebrities that have a questionable claim to fame. She was responsible for a much talked about mockumentary TV show where she would annoy people endlessly with her prima donna behaviour. She took her Diva act one step further during last year’s Eurovision song contest where she managed to piss of Europe collectively, taking a golden shower during her performance after talking to God and in the process became the first contestant to be booed on stage. If only for her previous gim- micks, she deserves a lot of respect as an artist. Goldmine is her first full length release, and while it is as generic as her persona, in its conventional MTV trash pop; it is extremely well executed and produced. The songs run through smoothly, although nothing much grabs you. A word must be reserved for the cover production however. SBB www.myspace.com/silvianight Silvia Night Goldmine Severed Crotch is a five piece progressive Death Metal band out of Reykjavík. Severed Chrotch is what you get when you mix Death Metal with quantum physics and ADHD. Their de- but, Soul Cremation, is a self released 5 track EP and its har- rowing complexity reeks of admiration for the Canadians in Gorguts, although the tunes ain´t quite as brilliant and the kick drum mix is terrible. What you have to sacrifice in or- der to play in the same league as their Canadian influences (Gorguts, Cryptopsy, The End) however is catchiness, which makes this disc about as memorable as your last shower. If this small genre is your particular cup of tea then by all means invest. I know I would. BB www.myspace.com/severedcrotch Severed Crotch Soul Cremation Happy Hour Every Weekday from 17:00 – 20:00 Pósthússtræti 2, 101 Reykjavik – ICELAND / +354 599 1000 www.saltrestaurant.is Tómas R. Einarsson’s new CD draws its inspiration from W.H. Auden’s poetry, and draws its name from “Journey to Ice- land.” Einarsson has effectively captured the euphoric abun- dance of Auden’s curious Iceland book, Letters from Iceland; however, as with Auden’s Letters, if you go in seeking a continuous clear line of thought or vision, you may find the work distracting. There are successes, specifically, the bolero “Heart”, sung by Kristjana Sefánsdóttir, is an easy-going clas- sic, whereas “For Europe is absent” an interpretation of one of Auden’s great poems, falters badly and violates the spirit of the poem. “Icelandic Blues” presents a surprisingly on-key showing from Einar Örn Benediktsson. The CD seems to al- low you to pick favourites, but to not want to keep your hand too far away from the next track button. BC www.myspace.com/tomasreinarsson Tómas R. 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