Antoine invited me go and see "a french band called nosfell" at Þjóðleikhúskjallrinn. It's a beautiful venue, and when he offered to put me on the guest list, I was definitely in.
It turned out to be one of the best live shows I've seen in months. Not to detract from Aldrei fór ég suður, the week before, but just simply a different class. This was a _show_ A whole story about the land he's from, the wise old man who taught him music, his own language, a complete back story. Beatboxing, techno, strings, driving rock n roll. A beautiful carved guitar. A truly amazing experience.
Also, new record for most expensive beer in town, at 800kr, and more french people in one room than I've ever seen :)