Reykjavík Grapevine


Reykjavík Grapevine - 10.03.2017, Blaðsíða 36

Reykjavík Grapevine - 10.03.2017, Blaðsíða 36
Music NO BUN NO FUN Gone are the days of A-sides and B-sides, we’re in the world of track by track. Listeners are often seduced away from narrative storytelling and continuous threads by the Spotify temptress, and the “new- here-now” workflow. But last month Auður, one of Reykjavík’s newest-her- est-nowists, released his debut album ‘Alone’ with a one-shot music video that runs its entire length. “The album is one continuous flow, written about one concept by myself alone on one single microphone, so it made sense to me,” he says. The album includes nine songs that bleed into one another and can be looped endlessly. The video features Auður, only Auður. Thirty-two minutes and twenty-nine seconds of Auður. It was shot by Snorri Sturluson, whose portfolio brims with unorthodox music videos, like Fufanu’s VR video for “Plastic People” and Sigur Rós’s “route One” slow-tv extravaganza. Auður says he treated the album as “a concrete entity” and always included its visual representation as part of the package. ‘Alone’ arrived as the full package, tied with a single, continuous, looping bow. While Auður lays concrete for his own sturdy, planned foundation, Lord Pusswhip takes a sledgehammer in hand and smashes his own. The music and art collective FALK (Fuck Art Let’s Kill) released ‘Lord Pusswhip Is Dead’ in mid-February. It is the first release from the collective in 2017, and one that almost didn’t come to fruition: “With no tracks or artwork forthcom- ing, and with no way of getting in contact, FALK was facing up to the possibility of having to delay or even shelve this release. Then 1 week ago, we received a WeTransfer link contain- ing 20 tracks, artwork based on the obituary notice, and a short, cryptic message,” writes one representative of FALK. The material dump—which has come to be known as ‘Lord Pusswhip Is Dead’—is the artist’s own selection of tracks from 2011 to date, and the end of Lord Pusswhip as we know it. Pusswhip may have committed metaphorical self-murder, but his rap contemporary, Emmsjé Gauti, is alive and thriving. Gauti took home four awards from the annual Icelandic Music Awards, held on March 2. That’s the same number that Björk took home from the awards last year. Just saying. Gauti grabbed rap album of the year, artist of the year, best performer and song of the year. Other awards went to Kaleo for rock album of the year; Júníus Meyvant for pop album of the year; Samaris for best electronic album; Valdimar for best rock song, “Slétt og Fellt”; Hildur for pop song of the year, “Walk With You”; and One Week Wonder for music video of the year. I can’t remember the last issue that came out without word of a new release from Jófríður Ákadóttir. We thought, maybe, this would be the onet hat the prolific musician—whose projects include Samaris, Pascal Pi- non, GANGLY and, most recently, a solo outing as JFDR—had finally stopped to breathe. But it seems that breathing comes only as naturally as singing for her, and on March 3 we got another exhale on the lead single of Low Roar’s forthcoming album ‘Once In A Long, Long While’. PY MUSIC NEWS Find today's events in Iceland! Download our free listings app - APPENING on the Apple and Android stores Sound And Vision The graphic electronica of Án Words: Steindór Grétar Jónsson Photo: Art Bicnick Thursday March 9 22:00 Húrra “I used to think everything sucked if it wasn't rock,” admits Án, known to his friends and family as Elvar Smári Júlíusson. In Janu- ary, the 21-year-old electronica producer released his debut EP, ‘Ljóstillífun’ (“Photosynthesis”), —a minimalistic slow burn of synthesized soundscapes, bass drum kicks and sombre piano melodies. “I'm from the suburbs,” Elvar chuckles. “I was always a post-rock indie kid. It wasn't until I started sneaking into downtown night- clubs at sixteen or seventeen that I heard electronic music. You need to experience electronic music to understand it—the space, and how the sound system feels. Shitty Bluetooth speakers won’t do.” Despite his young age, Elvar's taste has gone through permuta- tions. As a teenager, he dreamed of forming a band, as he spent his time composing alternative rock songs by himself, with just an am- plifier and “sick amounts” of re- verb and delay. “I never found a col- laborator,” he says. “So as I started getting more into electronica it was obvious that I should do it on my own.” Graphic design as music The piano features heavily on ‘Ljóstillífun’, but the instrument is a recent addition to Elvar's arsenal. “I played the guitar,” he says. “Then the composer Hafdís Bjarnadóttir taught me piano for the last three years of my studies. With her, it somewhat stopped being about the guitar, and became more focused on writing music. We turned to the piano, and other instruments.” Elvar studies graphic design at the Iceland Academy of Arts, and feels his two disciplines—music and visual art—influence each other. In fact, most of the indi- vidual track names on the record are references to graphic design terms, including the Icelandic words for contrast, grid and ratio. “The electronic music that most resonates with me is made by graphic designers,” he explains. “You can just feel it. Like Guðmun- dur Úlfarsson's Good Moon Deer and Anton Kaldal's Tonik Ensem- ble. I feel it when I look at their designs and listen to their music that it's the same thing. Only one is sonic and the other visual.” Needless to say, Elvar designs his own album artwork. Without the elements Elvar's first release comes out on Möller Records, founded by vet- eran electronic producers Skurken and Futuregrapher. “I'm a new- comer to the scene, but everyone's very friendly,” says Elvar. “I didn't grow up in the loop. I'm not from a family of artists.” His moniker Án—the Icelandic word for “without”—feels apropos to Elvar's minimalistic music. “I strip down my tracks, remove ele- ments until there's less and less and fewer pronounced sounds,” he explains. “Electronic music can feel cluttered to me. It works for some people, but it's not my approach.” The process is time-consum- ing: rebuilding a track, block by block, until it's turned into a dif- ferent animal entirely. “All of a sudden I've switched out every component until it's a completely new song, maybe ten times,” he says, conceding with a smile: “I should probably stop it.”
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