At school, most people would go mental over Indie or the latest dance music. However, there was always someone who would glide around acting like a 40-year old, saying they were into the likes of Nick Drake and Jeff Buckley, saying that the music “spoke to them” about their lives (what, having an argument with your mum and dad?)

And this basically sums up Silkmjúk er syndin. Citing the Drakester & the Buckster, Dire Straits AND the Chemical Brothers among his influences, Jón Tryggvi has created something that strips any vitality from the above and leaves behind a hideously vapid, watery nonsense. The whole album screams “I’m playing old style acoustic pap to show my world-weariness and gravitas.” Still, if you want an excruciating slow death by mid tempo organ solo, then go right ahead.