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Ólöf Arnalds' small, wonderful debut, the politely-mysterious Vid og Vid, seemed beamed in from another world, its delicate lullabies and slow-curling ballads seeming wholly, unidentifiably alien. It wasn't that the songs were menacing — it was more that her porcelain songcraft had no clear aesthetic equal — she was a placid, saucer-eyed extraterrestrial mother cooing softly by the fireplace. With each pass, the record grew more enchanting, its language and rhythms becoming familiar, comforting.
On Innundir Skinni, her superior follow-up, Arnalds doesn't expand her sound so much as refine it. Her profile has raised some — enough to warrant a few mentions on indie rock blogs and to earn the presence of fellow Icelander Björk on "Surrender," but her compositions are still comprised of mostly basic instrumentation: the dry pluck of Arnalds's guitar, the steady, trembling flutter of her voice. Her songs work because the melodic paths she follows feel so unlikely. Each vocal line curls like a question mark, never resolving, just asking, over and over and over. The dry, Pendereckian squeak of strings underneath "Madrid" just underscore that song's baleful tone. There are a few moments that hint at grandeur: All-join-hands opener "Vinnur Minn," with its eerie… read more »