“Ég verð undir þér og ég skal dansa bara og aðeins fyrir þig | Ég skal syngja bara ef þú temur mig.
Ég verð undir þér og ég skal dansa bara ef þú hemur mig | Ég skal syngja bara fyrir þig.”
I guess if there’s one thing that separates my blog from others, it’s my slight obsession with all things Icelandic. Oh wait, blogs have already been through that phase… thanks a bunch, Sigur Rós. Truth is: most Icelanders are tired of their association with sleepy post-rock bands. Sure, there’s little to no light in the winter months, but don’t doubt that Icelanders know how to party.
I met Mammút at the Eistnaflug (literally: “flight of the testicles”) festival in Neskaupstaður, Northeast Iceland. I had been touring with a progressive rock band, Perla, and wound up at a local bar taking shots with the three lovely ladies (Kata, Asa, Alexandra) who constitute the core of the band. As far as I can remember, they were dressed up (read: dressed down) in Pocahontas costumes. “Svefnsýkt” was No. 1 on Icelandic charts while I lived there in 2008, though a language barrier prevented it from reaching North American shores that summer. This isn’t Josie and the Pussycats, this is real rock… a little evil, but undeniably sexy.
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