Reykjavík Grapevine - 04.12.2015, Blaðsíða 38

Reykjavík Grapevine - 04.12.2015, Blaðsíða 38
Hverfisgata vi ta st . smiðjust. Baldu rsgat a Braga gata Nj ar ða rg at a sæ mu Nd ar ga ta Osushi is a unique rest aurant in Iceland. The met hod of dining involves snatching small plates from a conveyor belt. Pricing is distinguished by the color and pattern of the plate – most range between 230 - 440 ISK. Everything off the con vey or belt is tasty and if you don’t really fancy sushi, you can instead choose for ex ample teriyaki chicken, noodle salad, tempura and desserts. The vibe in Osushi is friendly and relaxed. The restaurant is located almost next door to Althingi (the parliament) which is in the heart of the city. osushi.is Pósthússtræti 13 / Borg rtúni 29 / Reykjavíkurvegur 60 HF. Tel: 561 0562 / www.osushi.is Album Reviews So, there's an anonymous, experimental electro-R&B group called Vaginaboys, and they have an EP out entitled ‘Icelandick’. I feel like, you know, what more information could you possibly need on the subject, but as Vaginaboys are clearly setting out to perfect some kind of post-modern pop formula by releasing an actually quite listenable collection of woozy, psychedelic, crystalline synth- driven torch songs on a record with not one, but two references to genitalia in the title, I might as well dissect them the best that I can. The record opens with “Þú ert svo ein,” which literally opens with the line, “Ha ha ha/Vagina Boys/Ha ha ha ha ha ha,” thusly training its ironic eye onto itself in a swiftly expanding black hole of “Is this something I am actually listening to right now?” But here's the catch: it's not a joke. At all. It's plaintive and moving, every song a sparse celebration of loneliness or love or something decidedly un-silly sung into a vocoder, simple, DIY beats and synth lines subtly driving every track into something almost resembling dance music. The album's high point is its closer, “Stjörnur,” the closest Vaginaboys get to a party track, if the party is just you in your room being slightly ashamed about how much porn is on your computer. We've all been there, and Vaginaboys decided to stay. - CAMERON COOK Vaginaboys ‘Icelandick’ www.soundcloud.com/vaginaboys With every song a sparse celebration of loneliness or love, Vaginaboy’s ‘Icelandick’ is no joke. Released for a recent Airwaves, ‘Höfnin Hljómar’ (or ‘Harbor Sounds’) is a sampler of some of Iceland’s experimental electronic musicians. “Sampler” is putting it lightly, as the wide variety of techniques and outcomes on the fourteen-track album range from “The Harbour V2,” an aggressively strummed electric guitar soundscape from two members of industrial/hardcore bands; to the cute, quirky synth piece “Mephisto” from the multi-stylistic Jónas Sen. And then there is everything in between. The album sets up two poles of electronic music, with tracks generally falling to one end or another. At one end, we have very active and aggressive sounds/techniques; and the other, minimal, soft, ambient textures. At the active end are the industrial tracks, and works like “Trade Intensity” by Auxpan (Elvar Már Kjartansson), an almost static- like piece that uses the left and right stereo speakers quite sneakily. At the ambient end, “Raven” by Þorkell Atlason is the most harmony-based track on the album, as if a Bach fugue was filtered down to a watery wash of pure tones. There are a few moments where the two ends of the sound spectrum meet in the middle, and the results are varied. Pleasantly surprising is “Reverse” from Björk Viggósdóttir, which uses coarse, aggressive glitches but in slow tempo. It has a filmic quality—one could imagine it over the end credits of some techno- futurist tale. “Administrating I” by Inside Bilderberg is the closest to mainstream EDM (electronic dance music) on the sampler, but even this track remains a bit lost in an ambient-tribal subgenre. Less palatable is “Fjörgyn” by Stereo Hypnosis, which mostly sounds dated, like a 1980s technology upgrade that made it into the late 90s. Coming from such a small community, there’s bound to be personnel overlap on tracks, which can start to feel insular. That said, the diversity of backgrounds of the musicians make up for the narrower roster. Some musicians are just starting out, and others are seasoned veterans. Some have formal educations, and some just take risks and see what happens. In the end, the resulting electronic soundscapes are as diverse as any other genre of Icelandic music today. - NATHAN HALL Various Artists 'Höfnin Hljómar Electronic Music from Iceland’ Music to not really dance to Fufanu evolved out of Captain Fufanu, a two-piece techno production team that rose to prominence in Reykjavík’s electro scene at the beginning of the decade. Opting to ditch the mixing deck for a backing band, Fufanu churn out sparse, distorted post-punk on their debut LP, ‘Few More Days To Go’. The supply of angular, droning rock music has been sparse of late, and as a result Fufanu sound quite fresh in certain parts of the album—despite being decidedly retro. Mid-album track “Blinking,” particularly, comes off as something the Velvet Underground would have jotted down in their more heroin-soaked years, with lead singer Kaktus Einarsson's dripping drawl pointedly leading the rest of the band into the gloom. The remnants of Fufanu's past lives as electronic musicians give the album a certain edge, however it turns out that there is such a thing as too good a Peter Murphy impersonation, and songs like “Circus Life,” which laments that “a circus job is a circus life,” can get a little bogged down in the emotional mire. With rare exceptions, few bands have sincerely attempted to resurrect proto-goth musical aesthetics, and for that Fufanu should be applauded. “Plastic People” has a determined hint of Gary Numan, all robotic paranoia and shuddering synthesizers. It has the desired effect, and demonstrates a direction that Fufanu will hopefully follow as they release more music: thrilled, stuttering, slightly scary and scared. - CAMERON COOK Fufanu 'Few More Days To Go' One Little Indian; 2015 Robotic paranoia, shuddering synths: Fufanu’s début is ultimately rewarding Re-visit!
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