On record

We were delighted to find a record player at our Icelandic hostel in Berunes, a tiny farm the middle of nowhere. It sat squarely in the middle of the living room, which had brown leather couches and overlooked the fjord – not that we could see it in the dark, but the thought counted. There was only one record and you could play exactly one track before the player became incredibly slow and the song unbearable. Here it is: The first track by Vilhjálmur Vilhjálmsson med Sínu Nefi, it’s called Hrafninn