Keeping a finger on the pulse


When in a lactose mood after a good show

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Summer vacation had come and gone so it has been a bit quiet here. The weekly overview of gigs hasn’t appeared yet and, to be honest, I’m not sure if will arrive this week. Easy to guess, I started feeling guilty for this. Like I owe you some explanation that I don’t forget about you. Yes, you. Luckily I got a sonic treatment in shape of OFF Festival in Poland where Kiasmos reminded me gently why the hell I am in Iceland and why I literally puke with love (a.k.a. admiration and respect) about Icelandic music and local artists. So now I have to share with you 3 (random) thoughts.

First, it took me more than 3 years to find someone who plays bass in my favorite way (like my most favorite Polish band playing psycho jazz fusion) that actually makes me stand on tiptoes all the gig to not miss even a second of this perfoming feast. Ladies and gentlemen, MILKHOUSE. It is a jazz influenced indie-rock band from Hafnarfjörður that was formed in the spring of 2012 and consists of five flowers ready to blossom. They released a debut album Baratís í Paradís last year. Go, check, experience the groove live.

Second, last week I sacrificed some precious hours of well deserved sleep to finally check out super duo called MILKYWHALE. Yeah, another milk-something, lately I’m in some lactose mood apparently. If you have problems with getting on your feet and you hate your life in the mornings, listen to Milkywhale and heal your soul. Go to the show and see how choreographer Melkorka Sigríður Magnúsdóttir and Árni Rúnar Hlöðversson of FM Belfast seem to be on never ending dosage of energy drinks. Then go home, go to sleep, wake up next day and don’t hate your life anymore cause Milkywhale’s pop joined you in your travel through this terrestial vale.

And last thing. I’m totally aware that I might be hellociously boring but I came back from Ceasetone’s Two Strangers release show at Tjarnarbíó and there´s one thought that just got stuck in my mind and doesn´t let me get rid of itself. So, let me say: in 2 years you will beg Ceasetone to play in your town far away from Iceland. They rock as hell with full arragement and can be proud of the best drummer of Iceland under age of 27. Or considering that women have tougher way to pass to prove they are simply fantastic, Ceasetone has currently the best drummer of Iceland. End of story.

Stay cool and share awesome music!

Stína has followed her passion to Icelandic music as a music journalist since 2010. She joined then a writing team of Muzyka Islandzka - a Polish website dedicated to Icelandic music. Spreading her wings, Stína started her adventure with Icelandic language and moved to Reykjavík where she studied the language at the university. She also takes an active part in life of the local music scene. Since 2014 Stína had run a music blog that was transformed in 2017 into a printed magazine on Icelandic music.

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