[B]Damon Albarn[/B] can obviously spot a winner, so its unlikely we've heard the last of [a]Silt[/a]...
A little knowledge can be edifying. Bearing this in mind, Silt tell us ‘skol’ means cheers in their native tongue, muttering something like ‘dak’ is handy for offering thanks in Reykjavik, but principally they teach us this: not every band in Iceland is intent on becoming the new Bjvrk.
As you might expect from mates of Damon Albarn, their role models are closer to our home than theirs. Still, there are things here you’d think the [a]Blur[/a] man might find hard to embrace. Because Silt – right down to the louche art-punk basslines of ‘Bus Stop’ and ‘In The Air’ – sometimes sound alarmingly like Elastica.
Fortunately it’s only a fraction of what they’re about. Making things easier for us by singing in English instead of the Icelandic of debut album ‘Botnledja’, they also revel in very fidgety time signatures and flayed guitars reminiscent of Idlewild‘s trademark breakdown in guitar etiquette. Counter that punkiness with the lurking, almost subliminal, melodies that pierce ‘Zetor’ and ‘You’re So Good’, and they’re elevated into the realms of a deliciously odd prospect.
Not that they’d admit it – singer Heidar spends most of the closing ‘The Walk To Her House Takes An Hour’ repeating the modest refrain,”I’m not sure if I will be back again”. He needn’t be so coy – Damon Albarn can obviously spot a winner, so its unlikely we’ve heard the last of Silt.