Born and raised in the town of Gøtugjógv, Lyon Hansen’s next-door neighbours were a church, a congregation hall, a bank, and the ocean. His songs are tales of sorrow and joy, madness and tranquillity – where truth becomes a lie, and the other way around. Described by the Guardian as “Nilssonesque pop-rock”, he has an echo of something distant but familiar at the same time. A sermon you can’t hear – but can feel. His name is Lyon Hansen. Old as the ocean, intense as the winds.