Similarly, I went up to a guy in a Converge shirt and more or less said "tell me about Icelandic hardcore." He went on to give me a history of their scene, walk around the store (this was a different, slightly larger one) picking out records, and put them on the store's sound system. I settled on a gem of Icelandic metal record called At The Borders of Arcadia, by a band called Celestine. Apparently their drummer is now working as a full time composer in the classical sense, so I've got to look up some of that too.
The scenery in the country, and the rest of the city outside of record stores, are both pretty unbelievable too, and the people's reputation of being warm and welcoming is well deserved. While we were walking around town someone actually honked, slowed down, and pointed out the window that my friend had dropped his glove. In short, go to Iceland.
Here are some music pages:
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