I can still clearly remember the first time I heard Vök. I just moved to Iceland at the time and I was sitting with Thor in the car. Air, as always, was chilly, even though it was the middle of the afternoon, and lazy sun was warming us up through the windows. The sound hung dreamily in the space in layers. Combination of beats, bass lines, whispered words cut right through the ears and left me speechless.

 

Iðnó, Reykjavik 2019