Reykjavík Grapevine - 14.08.2009, Page 42

Reykjavík Grapevine - 14.08.2009, Page 42
26 The Reykjavík Grapevine Issue 12 — 2009 Licensing and registration of travel- related services The Icelandic Tourist Board issues licences to tour operators and travel agents, as well as issuing registration to booking services and information centres. Tour operators and travel agents are required to use a special logo approved by the Icelandic Tourist Board on all their advertisements and on their Internet website. Booking services and information centres are entitled to use a Tourist Board logo on all their material. The logos below are recognised by the Icelandic Tourist Board. List of licenced Tour Operators and Travel Agencies on: visiticeland.com Music | Concert Review No Tents Please The music and madness of Innipúkinn 2009 It started with a conga line, entwining the reasonably sized audience of friends into a daisy chain of drunken merriment and awkward expression for those who reluc- tantly joined—Batteríið had opened its doors to the madness of <3 Svanhvít. These guys commanded the stage topless, rapping over pre-recorded songs via an iPod and the odd random keyboard interlude. Call it stupid, arrogant or what you will, these lads sure knew how to have a good time, and by the interactiv- ity and reaction of the audience they suc- ceeded threefold. I popped outside on the streets for a while to get some fresh air and to watch the sitcom around Reykjavík. A shock- ing tale was told of how people weren’t allowed entry to Innipúkinn due to wild age restrictions, even after ticket pur- chase—the fun police had struck once again. I stared at my ‘press pass’ and re- entered Batteríið for more booze to calm down. After wandering around, urinating and various trips to the ATM, I got my first ‘proper’ Sudden Weather Change viewing, finally. After being amazed by SWC’s Loji Höskuldsson’s uncanny re- semblance to Weird Al Yankovic (minus white boy fro), a second wave of amaze- ment struck vigorously. Extremely well constructed songs, catchy hooks and genuine enthusiasm grasped me and my music loving peers in an uncontrollable unity of hatred for Nicholas Cage, whilst bellowing out ‘St. Peters Day.’ A short hop, skip and a stumble lead me to Sódóma, the haze in my retinas steered me to the front of the stage for Sykur. Various electro squawks and 808 drum sounds naturally spurred on party people to create more shapes than an episode of Sesame Street. Aestheti- cally, Sykur had a likeness to Kraftwerk— slicked back hair, shirt and tie, baby faces. They just added in that annoying point- ing motion to the sky and cheeky smirks; if it wasn’t for the ‘happy juice’ it would be incredibly exasperating. Gratefully Agent Fresco allowed any frustration to be expelled naturally over the next hour or so. They sounded excep- tionally tight as always, even when the keyboard fell off its unsecured stand no flaws incurred. It was then time to leave. Day two I found myself one of the few attending Swords of Chaos and from what I can remember they put on an awe- some show. The next couple of hours were spent drinking in the courtyard of Batteríið, under a canopy of dramatic' unnerving deep blue fairy lights and lis- tening to fruitful conversation across the horizon as Reykjavík’s sun finally set. As this is Iceland and punctuality is not in the vocabulary, everything was running late. This confusion made me miss AMFJ at Jacobsen as I ran back to Sódóma to catch Seabear, only then to find out that Dikta (nothing against them) was still playing. The only consola- tion was the fact the bar was empty at this point. Once Seabear eventually began, the sound in the venue was too dreadful for music so delicate and exquisite. Vocalist Sindri managed to pull the set through, but without hearing the band’s complex musical instrumentation and pensive na- ture, it just sounded frustratingly boring. Never mind, ‘Arms’ sounded beautiful as ever. Eager not to ‘miss out’ on anything, Batteríið was the decision made for a ‘good time.’ The only problem was not factoring in the equation of FM Belfast plus Sódóma closing = a shitload of peo- ple in a small venue. Being surrounded by douchebags unaware of personal space made it far from a ‘good time.’ The early hours were spent once again outside, listening to FM Belfast’s rendition of ‘Killing In The Name’ and trying not to purge. Exhausted and fragile summed up the final day of Innipúkinn. Pascal Pinon were on the cards for an evening of relax- ation and unwinding. Their endearing demeanour and alluring song writing is always a pleasure. With just enough time to grab some food and a tiny stroll, For a Minor Reflec- tion began. Of course one might say that ‘post-rock’ is a cliché coming from Ice- land, but who cares when you play con- scientious and passionate music as well as they did. An intense drum battle broke out right beside me, as the band was joined by a hooded figure with cymbals and toms in tow directly in front of the stage. It was too much fieriness to take. The hangover and deprivation kicked in—home at once. Thoughts of the weekend: Who needs a festival in the middle of no- where, surrounded by hippies and faeces, when you can have a cracking debauched time on your own doorstep? Brilliant. Innipúkinn Festival 2009 July 31st until August 2nd Batteríið and Sódóma JONATHAN BAKER ESQ HÖRÐUR SVEINSSON

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