Sometimes in my summertime, the friendly people in FM Belfast are lying down in front of their house, thinking that it would be a really good idea to have a house in the Caribbean. (Many humans think this is a good idea.)
But they are not in the Caribbean now. One of their Árnis — they have two of them, it is better that way — is at least at the Reykjavík Music Mess tomorrow. And he just wants to play good music for you to dance to in your underwear.