Oct 282020


(This is Andy Synn’s review of the new album by Iceland’s Sólfstafir, which is due for release on November 6 via Season of Mist.)

Once upon a time, in the distant town of Reykjavik, a group of Black Metal loving, cowboy hat wearing, Post-Rock playing urban vikings decided to form a band.

Calling themselves Sólfstafir and drawing from a broad spectrum of influences – ranging from Nirvana, Neurosis and U2 to Ulver, Enslaved, and Explosions in the Sky – the group soon began to make waves, both at home and abroad, but it wasn’t until the release of 2009’s sublime, spine-tingling Köld, which expanded the band’s sound into even grungier, proggier, and more atmospheric territory, that they truly came into their own.

Two years later they followed this up with what is widely considered to be their magnum opus (and one of the few modern double-albums where every song is is a winner), Svartir Sandar, cementing their status as one of the most unique, dynamic, and creative Rock/Metal bands on the planet.

But then… something changed. Slowly but surely they began to soften their edges and smooth out many of the rougher, more interesting textures which had defined their sound. And although the more sombre vibe of 2014’s Ótta still made for an emotive and engaging listening experience for the most part, by the time 2017’s Berdreyminn rolled around things had become, barring a few stand-out moments, pretty bland overall, even as the group’s fame and fortune continued to rise.

The thing is, it seems like even the band themselves must have been feeling like they’d lost their way a little, as the press materials and interviews for their new album explicitly refer to a desire to return to the style and spirit of their early days… which brings us to Endless Twilight of Codependent Love.


photo by Gaui H


It’s immediately apparent, right from the start, that the group’s claims in this regard have not (with a few exceptions) been exaggerated, as much of Endless Twilight… really does echo the moody aesthetic and brooding dynamic of their “breakthrough” period (Köld in particular).

There’s simply that much more energy and urgency, more passion and personality, to many of these tracks – from the thrilling pairing of electrifying opener “Akkeri” and its doomy, hypnotic companion “Drýsill” to the reckless gallop of “Dionysus” and the rhythmic, melody-rich strains of “Alda Syndanna” – that the record as a whole can’t help but feel that much more vital, and more substantial, than anything the band have done in years.

Of course, there’s a chance that this semi-return to the band’s roots might seem a little jarring to fans who only really know them for the more restrained riffs and poignant, piano-driven balladry of more recent years, but that’s not to say that they’ve totally forgotten or discarded everything they learned during the Ótta/Berdreyminn era either.

The back-half of “Akkeri”, for example, embraces the sort of melancholy minimalism which defined “Nárós” (and others) on their last album, as well as a more loose and limber, post-Thin Lizzy swagger reminiscent of tracks like “Nón” and “Bláfjall”, while the radio-ready “Her Fall From Grace” seems to consciously hearken back to the band’s heart-wrenching break-out single “Fjara”, while also reflecting the more introspective focus of later numbers such as “Miðaftann” and “Hula”.

That being said, these attempts to draw together different (potentially competing) aspects of the band’s identity aren’t always as successful as perhaps they might like. The subtly-symphonic ambience of “Rökkur”, for example, doesn’t always mesh with the song’s sullen, grungier vibes, while “Til Moldar” mostly comes across like a heartfelt, but oddly insubstantial, left-over from the Berdreyminn sessions that never really gets wherever it’s meant to be going.

And then there’s “Or”, which can’t seem to decide whether it wants to be the soundtrack to a smoky jazz club or a dusty saloon bar, and ends up falling (drunkenly) between two stools as a result, only to pick itself up right at the end in a frustrating display of untapped, unrealised potential.

That’s not to say that the quartet haven’t put their all into this record – it’s clearly the product of a much more vibrant and revitalised version of the group than we’ve seen in quite some time – but there’s still a sense that Tryggvason and co. may have been a little bit nervous about breaking out of their well-established rut this time around, and this slight (albeit understandable) lack of confidence does sometimes mean that, every so often, the band settle for the safer, more familiar path, or stumble over how best to handle this shift in dynamic, instead of sticking to their guns.

Still, as I hope I made pretty clear at the start, there are more than enough flashes of the band’s early energy and raw charisma to be found here – not least during captivating closer “Úlfur”, which is easily one of the best songs on the album and a great way to keep listeners coming back for more –  to serve as a welcome reminder of just what Sólfstafir are capable of at their best.

So while Endless Twilight… may not be the “masterpiece” which I’ve seen it praised as by other (shall we say, more co-dependent?) publications, there’s more than enough promise and potential here to suggest that maybe, just maybe, the band’s best years aren’t behind them just yet, and that these space-cowboys aren’t quite ready to be put out to pasture.








  1. Thanks for the excellent review. FWIW-I agree on the last two albums falling short of their great run across the trio of Masterpiece of Bitterness, Kohl’s, and Svartir. I was worried they would continue the growing gap (for me) between my respect for what they were doing with my actual enjoyment in listening to each new release (particularly the poppy shoe gazing stuff). Now I am just psyched to hear their latest chapter – even if (Really – because) it signals a return to old glory for them. So, thanks again.

  2. Freaking love this album so far, but I also agree with the criticisms here at times. Solstafir can be frustrating to listen to at times for their weird, spacy inconsistency, but when the dust settles from the sonic dusty space viking tornado they kick up, they’re an incredible band overall. Also an incredible live show.

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