A little odd, but so tasty. That's the image of Icelandic music we can keep alive if it's up to Hjaltalín. That modest orchestra band sounds like an epic party on an empty pasture, with a small group of partying boys and girls. The dreamy nurture of a Sigur Rós, with the playful, but really alluring folk from a Patrick Watson. In English, but like any good Icelandic also in their own romantic language. A beautifully reassuring everything-will-be-okay-feel; maybe that's why the band is doing really good in their financially worried country. Hjaltalín brings everything in (or out) of perspective.