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biography / portrait

The underground sometimes holds all our secrets. It’s not a holy place, nor is it a pagan sanctuary. It’s just there. Like a man living his entire life in a basement looking out the window to see the movements of life in the feet and shoes of the bypassing people, eternally unaware. From this basement, a gathering of friends and spirits, Petur Pólson’s debut album, Koma, was born. Dealing with the dark mysteries of life: Despair, isolation, condemnation, salvation, violation, love and hate, fury and rage, disillusions and decadence. The lyrical universe is endless and minimalist at the same time. The lines are never drawn, the borderlines are forever hidden. Death is always a part of life as life is always a part of death. The contradiction is almost a given truth. The contradiction is almost surreal. From the contradictions within the underground came a sound of minimalist grandeur. A collection of songs dealing with the existential themes of everyday life: Funerals, solitude, distress, alienation, echoes and dreams and hopes for the future, nurtured by the grace of a newborn baby’s purity. From this seemingly chaotic and hidden place, Petur found his sanctuary, neither holy nor pagan, and through his blood flowed the endless streams of mountains and oceans, skies and basements. And music. Always the music.