It’s cold outside. The sun is peaking over the horizon, watching every move I make. I’m sipping a beer, lounging in a hot spa. The steam pulls away from me and obscures everything. I see the glare of the sun and the long shadows it casts, and images burn into my brain like Polaroid pictures. A happy couple. A party of friends from… Belgium? Ireland? Uhhhhh… New Jersey?
And I’m here. Not alone. Friends surround me, and I’m content to bathe in the warmth of the water and the chill of the air.
Cocktail? Check.
Hot Spa? Check.
Cold air? Check.
Sneaker waves? Check.
Small horses? Check.
Iceland.
A land of the alien and the familiar. And their music will capture your heart as strongly as their landscape.
> DEATZ BEATS 