Teitur

Teitur, who bears an innocent gentle face akin to a child, can only be described as an artist with hauntingly beautiful vocals that transport both him, his band and his listeners to another planet, one filled with gentle honesty and poetic lyrics.

His introductory song includes a quiet keyboard, an impressive double bass and a calmly mounting drum intro. The dramatic opening hushes the packed ICA where the audience can do nothing but be mesmerised by his sweet sounding songs. As Teitur picks up guitar, the opening song picks up like a mystical drama with ghosts lurking and fairies dancing. His 2nd song has a heavier intro, it is part two of his show. The songs don’t seem distinct, instead they merge together to create a series of different sensations. His songs also include recurrent stories with insightful depth and an almost painful naivety, especially when he sings about a broken-up couple who still do everything the same as before, and 'still drink the same water.' Why can’t people stay together we hear his inner conscience cry.

Teitur’s recent single, The girl I don’t know, shows yet more instruments being introduced into his plethora of musical sounds, with a endearing xylophone riff and thick with three-men backing vocals, who at times are all merrily whistling along,
His emotional clarity resurfaces once more as he adds an interlude about a legendary blues guy he once played with, who sadly passed away. He sings this song while strumming his guitar quietly with a violin bow – something he did throughout many of his songs. A sudden heavy introduction from the percussion and keyboard gives a rawness of feeling to this emotive Indie rock.

Another surprise materializes as an ensemble of musicians enter – his string quartet, who feature in the next half hour of songs, including Josephine – a song about childhood, about a weird girl who nobody liked but him as he wonders what she’s up to now. As Teitur plays his cover of Jerry Lee Louis’ 'Great balls of fire,’ in the Minor key instead of Major, giving this classic a whole new vibe, again showing that his musical genius transcends the norm. The violins still play earnestly along their minor key.

The crowd are pictured smiling throughout the show, with comforting thoughts relaxing their limbs. As the humble front-man thanks the crowd, they clap and stomp demanding an encore. He proceeds to stand alone singing a beautiful caricature of himself with modest honesty - his album titled song The Singer,containing lyrics which capture the moment, and speak for themselves: 'the audience goes silent, when I open my mouth,they want to understand me,and so I sing to be loved. I don’t want to be a singer, but I’m slowly getting used to it.’

When his second encore ends, the audience are left with an intensely warm feeling. This enticing Indie-hypno poetry encourages the feel good hormones in our brains, and we want to congratulate each other on the artistic aspect of humanity. Gosh aren’t we clever beings.