People say it must be something in the water in Iceland, and it could be, but I think it’s the smell of sulfur that permeates there that gives Icelandic artists this creative quirkiness, and Hafdís Huld Þrastardóttir is certainly no exception. One year later, and another solo album from a former GusGus’er, and this release is even more satisfying than last years release from Daniel Agust (also formerly of GusGus). All the songs are short and quirky, mostly acoustic based, and insanely catchy. As much as I loved the sound of GusGus, it’s great to hear both artists tackle new territory instead of staying on the electronic side of things. Why do I imagine this album being sung next to a campfire out in the great wide open? Just has that sort of feel to me somehow. If the chorus of ‘Ski Jumper’ doesn’t stick in your head and come out during the day via random bursts of lip-synching, well, then, i dont know what’s wrong with you ……

“Are you ready for some more quirky lo-fi Icelandic femme folktronica? You should be, despite the less than enticing album title or her mouthful of a moniker. Like the soundtrack to some hip indie film, this album doesn’t shout, scream or push for your attention. Creeping in with the hush, strum and sigh of organic instrumentation and the odd splash of electronics these are tunes that intrigue, entice and beguile with the brush of the artist not the brashness of the arsehole. Behind the wide-eyed innocence, childlike imagination and pop sensibility there is an unmistakable sense of joy on these recordings that rolls along without tipping over into the jarringly saccharine. If Iceland can keep serving up gems like this one every few years it may be reason enough alone to emigrate.” – MusicOMH