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B i o g r a p h y
(by Official Label)

Since their foundation in 1998, múm have forged a sublimely bright, warm and rich take on electronica, imprinting it with their own unique sound and character. What sets the band apart from so many of their peers is both their strong, playfully haunted melodies, and sorcerous integration of analogue and digital technologies. Playing an assortment of instruments and percussion alongside some crisply programmed electronic washes, beats, dingdongs and beep-beeps as well as found sounds and field recordings, the band’s talent, inventiveness and nose for musical exploration is immediately audible.

Their first release, a split 10" with the girl-band Spúnk saw light in the summer of '98 and following a number of collaborative projects, the group’s celebrated debut album 'Yesterday Was Dramatic, Today Is OK' (reissued by Morr Music in October 2005) gained a wealth of glowing press and widespread praise. A remix project, 'Please Smile My Noise Bleed', also released on the Morr Music label in November 2001. Their FatCat debut, 'Finally We Are No-One', was released in May 2002 and followed by a plethora of tours taking the band many times around the world, dazzling the crowds by re-creating their recorded works with the main focus being on live instrumentation, accompanied by the more common site within electronic sets, the laptop (music-calculator). The band's second FatCat album, 'Summer Make Good' was released in May 2004, flanked by two singles, 'Nightly Cares' and 'Dusk Log'.

Since their debut múm have also written and performed their own soundtrack for the classic Sergei Eisenstein film, 'Battleship Potemkin', live performances of which have taken place in Hafnafjordur Iceland, Brooklyn Lyceum New York USA, and at the distinguished Gijon Film Festival Spain. They composed music for a radio play on Icelandic National radio 'Svefnhjólið' (Sleeping Wheel) by Gyrdir Eliasson, winning the Nordic Radio-theater prize. In 2005 they were invited to Amsterdam by the Holland Festival to collaborate with the National Dutch Chamber Orchestra to create a performance piece based around various compositions of the late avant-garde composer Iannis Xenakis for one of the centre piece shows at the festival.

The start of 2006 saw the bands creativity start to blossom once again, starting with two remixes Goldfrapp of the tracks ‘number one’ and ‘never know’. They followed this with two legendary DJ sets at the FatCat Festival in Belgium in February and at this years SXSW in Austin Texas. With a combination of decks, effects, laptops, toy microphones, old cassette player recordings and vocals, coupled with their own recorded material, strange electronic covers by friends, gypsy folk music and general craziness on stage, the DJ sets made such an impact, the band is now putting together a DJ mix cd due for release in 2007. They were also subsequently invited DJ at this years Summer Sonic Festival in Japan as well as be headline act in Radio 1’s Rob Da Bank tent at Bestival on the Isle of Wight. During 2006, they have also written and recorded a brand new album "Go Go Smear The Poison Ivy" which is due for release around September 2007 on FatCat Records. This will follow following the release of the Peel Sessions that múm recorded in 2002 for the BBC. The sessions will be released on Fat Cat Records in December and includes live versions of the tracks “Scratched Bicycle / Smell Memory”, “Awake On A Train” “Now Theres That Fear Again”, “The Ballad Of the Broken String”.

Currently múm are founding members Gunnar Örn Tynes and Örvar Þóreyjarson Smárason and for touring and recording, this line-up is expanded to include their friends Ólöf Arnalds (violin / viola / guitar / vocals), Eiríkur Orri Olafsson (trumpet / pianette / moog / whistling), Hildur Gudnadottir (cello / vocals), mr.Silla (Vocals / various) and Finlander, Samuli Kosminen (drums / percussion)

The ballad of a broken birdie records

Stand a little
From my hand
Broken birdie
Lost his voice

Black, black lightening
Broken call (record, record, record)
Painful baby
Swans of land

Crying picture
Sorry, how?
Lonesome sparrow
Little bird

Levelly

Stand a little
From my hand
Broken birdie
Lost his voice

Crying picture
Sorry, how? (lonesome, lonesome, lonesome)
Lonesome sparrow
Little bird

Singing of his
Pity peep (peep, peep, peep)
Lying shattered
Gramophone

Open pa-pa
Wholesome chords
Lost a big peep
Sailing free

Levelly

Record - record - record - record -record - record - record
You think, we think, record, record (?)
You think, we think, record, record
Record -record - record - record
You think, we think, record, record
You think, we think, record, record

Í gegnum sprungur drýpur suð,
I gengum rifu lekur hljóð,
A bakvið tvær hæðir sofna ég
Og þegar ég sofna, í hlýju grasi, græt ég lágt.

Í gegnum sprungur drýpur suð,
I gengum rifu lekur hljóð,
A bakvið tvær hæðir syndi ég,
Og þegar ég syndi, í gengum göngin, finn ég ró.

Inni í skúrnum bý til suð,
I gegnum rörin sendi hljóð,
A bakvið tvær hæði sofna ég,
Og þegar ég sofna, í hlýju grasi, græt ég lágt.

Við Erum Með Landakort Af Píanóinu

Flæddu ey svo greitt
þú gamla litla suð
Ég bleyti teikningar í þér

Flæddu ey svo greitt
þú gamla litla suð
Ég bleyti teikningar í þér

Flæddu ey svo greitt
þú litla fjalla suð
Ég bleyti teikningum af þér

Flæddu ey svo greitt
þú gamla fjalla suð
Ég bít í tunguna á þér

Down from the ceiling
Drips great noise

It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills here
There's a pool
And when i'm swimming in
Through a tunnel
I shut my eyes

Inside the cabin
I make sounds
In through the tubes i send this noise

Behind these two hills here
Fall asleep

And when i float in
Green grass of tunnel
It flows back

Down from the ceiling
Drips great noise

It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills here
There's a pool

And when i'm swimming in
Through a tunnel
I shut my eyes

Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain hum
I'll take a bottle down to you

Please don't flow this fast
You hold a little hum
I'll bottle sounds of me for you

Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain din
I'll bottle piano sounds from you

Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain noise
I'll close my eyes and bite your tongue

Jump of the bridge on our bikes
Float down stream to us
Float down stream to us
Hang onto the steer
To the steer
Float with the noise
With our bikes
Float down stream
I hang onto my bike (to my bike la, la, la)

There's that fear again
Coming through the grass
Deeper it goes (through the wall it goes)
Singing (me) a song (sing me to sleep)

There's that noise again
Coming through the grass
Louder it goes
Singing me to sleep

There's that place again
There behind the hills...

In the longest of nights
Stir him at your breast
In silence - row him, row him

On the bleakest of morns
He'll break at your rocks
And weeping - row row

(Lalalalala...)
(help...)
(lalalalala...)
(help...)
Skar, the fire son
Pet, the smiling one
Woo, the sleeping one
Rura, the crying one

Hú hviss (hú hviss),my little one
Ró-ró, my crying one
Ligg-ligg, my weeping one
Rura, rura, sleeping one

Touch or feel, you blinding must
Soft the skin
Of the warmest rust
'Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go, go away
Past the hills, past the day

Touch or feel, you blinding must
Soft the skin
Of the warmest rust
'Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away
Past the hills, past the day

The wind plays flute
Through the cellar door
And on my window sill
Plays a sad old song
I hope tonight
You will touch my hair
And draw ghosts on my back

Walk the shore
Too impassable
Shout at screaming waves
Shout at silent rocks
I think tonight
I'll dream of salty tongues
So tears drip down my legs

The wind plays song
Through the cellar door
And on my window sill
Plays a sad old song
I hope tonight
You will touch my hair
And draw ghosts on my back

Swim to shore
We two
Pet the kids
We who
Lose our way
Too drunk
Scream and shout
Go hide
With you who falls me too so small
Can I try make it good again
Sin for you who they will find your way
While go way nice and dark come back
Home
Swim to shore

We two
Pet the kids
We who
Lose our way
Too drunk
Scream and shout
Go hide
With you please fall me who so small
Can I try make it burn again
Sin for you who they will find your way
A while go way nice and dark come back
Home

Oh, how the boat drifts
Oh, how the tide shifts
I lie my head in
I hear it coming
Oh, how the wave breaks on your body

Look, how the lights lit
Look how its tone shifts
It's doing my head in
We row, we row, we row towards it
Oh how the wave breaks on your body

Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth
We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath

Who go cry for hammer in her teeth
We'll spoil her pretty face at least she feels it
No-go cry for hammer in your teeth
We'll spoil the pretty snow that never feels real

Breathe, you breathe
Believe you, me tonight
Breathe in, breathe out
Make good, make float
Bleed you, me
Þú nótt

Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth
We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath
And summer will make good for all our sins if we only wish it hard enough
Breathe in, breathe out
Who go? Who cry?
Breathe you, me tonight
Breathe in, breathe out
Make good, make float
Bleed you, me
Þú nótt

She cry, who closes her eyes, and hopes (and hopes) not to (not to) come (come) back (back)

Come little ship bells
Where are you
I just want to say ‘how are you’
Come here
Red raindrops
Where are you
Bells, where are you
Come to me
Your bells seem to find you
But where are you
Your bells seem to find you

*** Thanx a lot to the http://mumweb.net/ for these lyrics ***

Blessed brambles

Bless the weeds that grow beyond
Just like rain and dust appear
Bless the does that got too fat
Let's, let's kiss the boys who pee in mud

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Bless the weeds that grow on the yard
Just like rain and dust appear
Bless the does that got too fat
Let's, let's kiss the boys who pee in mud

Kiss the girls that glean the sheaves
Bless the bee that clings and then leaves
Kiss the hearts that spread manure
Here go, go smear the poison ivy
Let your crooked hands be holy

Bless the does that got too fat
Bless the bee that clings and then leaves
Kiss the hearts that spread manure
Go, go smear the poison ivy
Let your crooked hands be holy

A little bit sometimes

You're upon my eyes, a little bit
A little bit, sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

A little bit, sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

They made frogs til they exploded

Oh, don't pull its legs
They're pulled
Don't squeeze it too hard up
Don't mash it up

Ooh, don't pull its legs
They're pulled
Don't squeeze it too hard up
Don't crush it up

If you snap it like a twig
Glue it back with little sticks
Put it back into the grass again

If you break a kitten's neck
You must shake its body and check
If it's still alive, be gone to sleep

If you snap it like a twig
Glue it back with little sticks
Put it back into the grass again

These eyes are berries

These berries are eyes
Your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks
Stare at them, long for them...

The neck is a fruit, your neck, my neck
The fruits turn their youth, and their scratching without hands...

Moon pulls

Feel the moon pull your love faster up to the sky
Feel the moon pull your love faster up to the sky
The sky…
Feel the moon pull your love faster up to the sky
The sky…
Feel the moon pull your love faster up to the sky
The sky…

Marmalade fires

We throw our loupes, our little phone
Our lovely shorts
Oh marmalade fires

We throw our folds, our pots and pans
Our dirty planks
Oh marmalade fires

We throw our wardrobe and cleanse out
Marmalade fires

We throw our house, our round blue skies
Our pretty hills
Oh marmalade fires

We throw our wardrobe and cleanse out
Marmalade fires

We throw our bowls, our friendly tools
Assist us here
Oh marmalade fires

We throw our wardrobe and cleanse out
Marmalade fires

We throw our wardrobe and cleanse out
Marmalade fires

We throw our wardrobe and cleanse out
Marmalade fires

Dancing behind my eyelids

See the fog on the horizon
It's dancing
And it smell like a teenager

See the bones behind my eyelids
They're dancing
And it sounds like tap-dancing shoes

See the bones behind my eyelids
They're dancing
And it sounds like tap-dancing shoes

Worms on the bones under beds
Of insomniac eaten teenagers
They whisper
And it sounds like a crooked flute

Guilty rocks

Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs
Dirty bulbs

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks

Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs
Dirty bulbs

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks

Boots of fog

Blacks in the morning there were
Down (down) by (by) the (the) shore (shore)...
Are rocks
(I found a...)
I found a work glove
I found a lamp
There, far away
Two pairs

My boots of fog
My boots of fog...
My boots of fog...

Dreams never die

Les rêves ne meurent pas
Et moi, je te dis: «pourquoi?»
Parce que le temps que toi et moi
Restons ensemble, tête à tête
Nos rêves ne meurent jamais

Les rêves ne meurent pas
Et moi, je te dis: «pourquoi?»
Parce que le temps que toi et moi
Restons ensemble, tête à tête
Nos rêves ne meurent jamais