Reykjavík Grapevine - 09.10.2015, Blaðsíða 68

T H E R E Y K J A V Í K G R A P E V I N E I C E L A N D A I R W A V E S S P E C I A L16
This year, the festival has taken yet an-
other new turn for music by announcing
a new collaboration with the German
arts organization Urban Nation Berlin.
Dubbed WALLPOETRY, the project is
series of murals based on the lyrics of
some of the artists performing at the
festival. With the assistance of Henný
María Frímannsdóttir, the project is the
brainchild of one Yasha Young, curator of
Urban Nation.
Based in Berlin, the non-profit pro-
motes installation and street art amongst
international artists. By inviting creators
from across the globe to place and ex-
hibit their work on the walls, pillars, and
bridges of their city, they aim to trans-
form its urban spaces.
One series of these works is ONE
WALL, which aims to engage artists
with the specific challenges of Berlin’s
more diverse neighbourhoods. It started
in the outer fringes of the city and is slow-
ly working its way in, “one wall at a time.”
Collaborators on this series have ranged
from emerging artists to design icons like
Shepard Fairey (of Obey Propaganda and
Obama’s “Hope” poster fame). Another
series, M/, places murals on the walls of
buildings under construction, acting as
a “creative cocoon” mirroring the inner
transformation.
Reykjavík’s own mural series com-
menced last year when Yasha Young at-
tended Airwaves. Thinking it would be
an ideal place to branch out from Berlin,
she approached festival director Grímur
Atlason with the idea. It’s taken a year of
planning and development to connect the
musicians to the artists, as well as four-
teen days of fighting the wind and rain to
install the work, but the results are here
to stay. There are even plans to add new
work to the collection next year.
The work comprising WALLPO-
ETRY is as visually diverse as the music
on which it is based and the architec-
ture which surrounds it. ELLE, an art-
ist known for her images of women and
animals, gives us a slightly ‘Where The
Wild Things Are’ treatment of Úlfur
Úlfur’s “20 og eitthvað.” In her piece, a
woman draped in wolf skin rides a wolf
and howls at the moon.
Right on Laugavegur, a psychedelic,
almost monochromatic wraparound mu-
ral by Caratoes of a Valkyriesque woman
is styled on “Óður til móður” by Ylja. If
the musical inspirations weren’t Icelan-
dic enough for you, British artist D*Face
(aka Dean Stockton) has provided a Pop
Art reinterpretation of both Agent Fresco
and the medieval Laxdæla saga. These
are only three of the ten new additions
to Reykjavík’s bourgeoning street art col-
lection.
As a part of the collaboration process,
many of the musicians involved have
been invited to play at the upcoming in-
auguration of the Urban Nation Museum
in Berlin in 2017. But you don’t have to
wait that long to appreciate the work at
hand. It’s up and available now. The con-
cept was simple: “No entry fees no tickets
no opening hours.” The result, however,
is beautifully complex.
This is not a rare opinion amongst those
who have been exposed to Misþyrm-
ing. They are already being noticed, and
celebrated. On September 30, it was an-
nounced that they had been chosen to
serve as the Roadburn Festival’s 2016
Artists in Residence, a great honour for
any band, especially one that’s just re-
cently started making itself heard across
the sea.
A long time coming
I met up with Misþyrming’s drummer,
a 28-year-old chemistry PhD student
named Helgi Rafn Hróðmarsson, in his
west Reykjavík flat. The place is overrun
by Helgi’s pets: a gerbil, a parakeet, and
three rabbits. Academic papers are scat-
tered all over the place. Helgi has been
thinking about the prospect of his band
becoming Roadburn’s 2016 Artist in Resi-
dence since we were talking about it this
July, at the Eistnaflug metal festival. The
news has finally been made public—he
seems relieved.
“Most of the excitement came earlier
this year, when we were busy sorting out
the details,” he says, “but we’ve really
enjoyed the great feedback we’ve gotten
from the European black metal scene and
vote of confidence from our fans.”
Helgi tells me it was their Úlfsmessa
(“Wolf’s Mass”) performance at Eistna-
flug that sealed the deal for Misþyrm-
ing. Part ritual, part art performance, the
mass saw four bands from the Vánagandr
DIY collective perform, all wearing iden-
tical black shirts and cowls that hid their
identities. Úlfsmessa is a dark and occult
ritual, one that the Roadburn team was
apparently very eager to bring into their
folds.
As part of their residency, Misþyrm-
ing will perform three shows. First,
there’s Algleymi (“Rapture”), where
they’ll premiere new material. Algleymi
is followed by a staging of Úlfsmessa.
Then, finally, they’ll perform their highly
revered opus, ‘Söngvar elds og óreiðu’, in
its entirety.
Business as usual
Misþyrming are performing at Iceland
Airwaves this year. When asked if the
band could get excited about playing at a
showcase festival that’s decidedly main-
stream compared to their usual haunting
grounds, Helgi laughed. “We always aim
to challenge ourselves and the audience,
wherever we play,” he says, “and we’ll do
that at Airwaves, at Roadburn, and wher-
ever else we’ll perform. We’ll always put
everything into what we’re doing.”
Helgi says that this will be his first
time playing as part of the festival’s offi-
cial line-up—Misþyrming played an off-
venue show last year, and he played with
a band called Genocide back in 2004.
“That was the first time I saw Sólstafir,
back when they were playing ‘Ritual of
Fire’, and I was blown away,” he says. “I
think the people that are interested in
black metal and death metal will come
and see our concert, but I don’t worry
too much about it. We’ve got a 40-minute
show, and we’re playing on a metal night
with Svartidauði, Ophidian I, and more.
It’ll be business as usual.”
You don’t usually find yourself pressed up against a rack of jaw-
droppingly expensive down coats to watch the performance of
a Faroese electro-pop band—or sitting on your hands to keep
them warm while a drummer improvises rhythms to accom-
pany the lilt of poetry being read in an assonant language you
don’t understand. Those times you do, it’s at Iceland Airwaves.
From its humble beginnings, the festival has challenged the
traditional confines of musical performance throughout.
Newcomers on Icelandic Black Metal Scene, Misþyrming
(“abuse”) are glorious. They’ve managed to perfect a poison-
ous mixture of volatile compositions, nihilistic worldview, and
a spectacular live performance. Coming across a band like
Misþyrming is a rare occurrence—most people go their whole
lives without finding a Misþyrming of their own.
W O R D S BY G R AYS O N D EL FA R O
P H OTO S BY N I K A K R A M ER
W O R D S BY G A B R Í EL B EN JA M I N
P H OTO P R OV I D E D BY M I S ÞY R M I N G
Wallpoetry
A whole new kind
of Berlin Wall
As This Planet Hurls
Aimlessly Through The Ether,
Misþyrming Grows Stronger