Kælan Mikla

Ermahgosh, do they have an opening for a fourth? I'd go forth with them ALL THE WAY!

http://grapevine.is/tv/2014/11/07/post-set-breakdown-with-kaelan-mikla/

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'

Grimasch om morgonen

Saga, Saga, Saga!

Each time I think your name, I die.

(and, yes, in the Shakespearian sense, too. You can look that up, sweetie)

Years ago...

YEARS ago, you gave me this song, "Grimasch om morgonen," by Cornelis Vreeswijk.

Do you know that every gift you gave me, your words, your looks, your love, I have treasured in my heart? Always?

Well, a while ago, something happened, and I thought I lost this song.

I thought I lost you.

I did, didn't I?

But, now, today, right now, I found the song again, and I've played it and played it and played it, and smiled, through my tears, remembering you and remembering me, with you.

I remembered how I sparkled and shined for you, and how I was your baby.

I still am your baby, Saga, but now I'm lost and confused and heartbroken, I don't think I sparkle or shine much anymore; I think I'm just here, and you're just there, and ...

... and that's that. The end.

Even as I don't let go.

Saga, you said you'd love me forever. No matter what. What is the what that ... did this?

Two songs I'm listening to "Strange & Beautiful (I'll Put A Spell On You)" by Aqualung, because you put a spell on me, sweetie, and I don't know how to take it off. And "I Really Want You" by James Blunt, because I really want you. I really, really do.

But ...

... well, it's Saturday. I guess I'll go to work, nothing else to do, ... or watch the latest Star Trek flick. I hear it's good.

I guess.