Ermahgosh, do they have an opening for a fourth? I'd go forth with them ALL THE WAY!
Okay, and just read this review from the Reykjavík Grapevine on their Track Of The Issue: Kælan Mikla’s “Ekkert nema ég"
With its loud and gnarly thumping bass, “Ekkert nema ég” starts off filthy great. According to the band, the song’s lyrics are all from a long text message drummer Sólveig Matthildur Kristjánsdóttir wrote her friend while drunk. Vocalist Laufey Soffía Þórsdóttir renders the drunk-text beautifully, softly singing: “I will smoke the world / swallow its remains / so there will be nothing left but me,” before screaming at the top of her lungs: “I am God!”
Meet Kælan Mikla, a trio of avant-garde punks whose lyrics are poems (indeed, you may read about them in our poetry feature), delivered on top of loud, quivering bass lines courtesy of Margrét Rósa Dóru- Harrysdóttir. They capture Millenials’ melancholy, displaced sense of self, and narcissistic worldview down to a tee."
I mean, like, really? Where do people get off with names like 'Sólveig Matthildur Kristjansdóttir,' 'Laufey Soffía Þórsdóttir' and 'Margrét Rósa Dóru-Harrysdóttir'? I mean, and they, like, ...
Gah! I'm in love ... lust ... whatever!
Just give me more of that thumpin' bass and screamed lyrics and I'll thump some bass and make somebody scream some kinda lyrics ... for a looooong while. If you know what I'm sayin'
