Born and raised in the town of Gøtugjógv, just around the corner from G!, his next-door neighbours were a church, congregation hall, a bank, and the ocean. His songs are tales of sorrow and joy, madness and tranquility - where truth becomes a lie, and the 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. Old as the ocean, intense as the winds