Sölvi Kolbeinsson, Magnús Trygvason Eliassen
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Once it was considered old fashioned to use other people’s compositions to fire up your ride at an improvisational race track. In these post-camp times one does not require special permits for using an already established song as a gateway to a personal musical rendering. The renderings on this record have the foresight of the nostalgic. Sölvi and Magnús paint particularly beautiful pictures with familiar melodies. These are not necessarily the melodies that have generated a main-stream universal hum, but are nevertheless well suited to spark an old fashioned hoe-down to spring forth from a touch screen futuristic relief.