Genre-fusing Þhorir Georg kicked off the Friday night performances at Iðnó in a three-piece rock group, starting off with a low and somewhat soothing sound of fuzzy guitar and vocals. This was complemented by their calm and collected stage presence, but the excitement was still hinted at through subtle smiles during songs. By the second song, the charge kicked into the music, dominated mostly by the heavy percussion.
Forget SXSW! Join WCRX-FM Saturday March 10th at 7PM—AND A REBROADCAST SATURDAY MARCH 17TH AT 9AM– for the true indie music festival, Iceland Airwaves. Bordering the North Atlantic and Norwegian Sea sits Iceland, a small country filled with beautiful landscapes and even more beautiful people.
The capital city of Reykjavik is home to one of the most renowned music festivals. Since 1999 Iceland Airwaves Music Festival has been hosting a truly magical experience for music lovers and musicians alike. This past fall 8 Columbia College Chicago students from Radio, Arts, Entertainment and Media Management, Journalism and Audio Arts and Acoustics headed over to blog the happenings at the festival and produced a documentary of these travels.
From music to food to the blue lagoon, each year the city is taken over by the music. Every venue from the large auditoriums to the corners of café’s live music spills throughout the city. Take the journey to a world where music is rules the day and night Saturday, March 10th, 2012 at 7PM, with an encore broadcast Saturday March 17th at 9AM on WCRX-FM 88.1 Chicago or online at www.WCRXFM.com.
With the sun really visiting Reykjavík for the first time since Wednesday, there was a feeling today was going to be different than the rest. After our tiring trip to the Blue Lagoon and dinner at The Noodle Station, it was off to spend my night at NASA. Unlike the U.S. name equivalent, there were no spaceships, astronauts, or scientists hard at work. The performances, however, were the only thing out of this world (every pun is intended).
Described as an ‘80s throwback, Berndsen (real name David Berndsen), arrived on stage with the ultimate swagger as well as with his backing band: The Young Boys. Decked out in a hot pink blazer, black T-shirt, and black pants, he proceeded to channel his inner Michael Jackson complete with pelvic thrusting, twirling, and raunchy moves. This was 100% a show. Heavy on the synth and rhythmic drum beats, Berndsen never let the crowd stop dancing.
Leaving the stage for a minute, Berndsen soon came back out now donning a knee-length fur coat, no shirt, and black pants, causing the crowd to go wild. Most of the show for Berndsen was spent at the edge of the stage with one foot propped on the barrier. Consistently engaging with the crowd, Berndsen made sure the fans were as much part of the set as he was.
Up next was U.S. artist, Glasser, the alias of California- native Cameron Meisrow. After much critical acclaim from publications such as Pitchfork, NME, and Spin, I had to see what exactly
they were talking about. Sauntering slowly on stage in what looked like a sheet wrapped with a karate belt and lime green and black pin-striped pants, Glasser gave no introduction and immediately went into her first song. With her dreamy, layered vocals combined with looping drum beats, and a synthesizer, there is a complementary juxtaposition occurring and drawing the crowd in.
Never staying still, Meisrow moved fluidly around the stage, sometimes almost delicately, as if she were trying to maneuver around invisible cracks in the ground. Even when a photographer in the press pit was flashing their camera in her face, Glasser gracefully strided up to him, shook her finger no, and gave a reaffirming wink. Despite her delicate movements and ethereal voice, Glasser packed a power leaving the crowd entranced and wanting more.