There was a large array of acts playing at the Airwaves festival both big, small, local and international. My favourite part of the festival was the local venues and clubs hosting the local stages of the festival. A local Icelandic band which none of us have been able to remember the name of or find was the highlight of the festival for me.
The band consisted of the hippest 50 year old frontman/singer I have ever seen, a baritone sax player executing drones through a delay pedal and mad scientist filling in the gaps with sampling, synths and beats. The sound was new age to say the least and referenced the shtick and spoken word of Jim Morrison and Nick Cave to the musical energy and intensity of the Prodigy or The Knife.
This front man was next level outrageous, inappropriate and offensive but in the raddest way possible. He sang in english with a deep Icelandic accent; busting into spoken word segments that were endearingly off. One monologue started with a call and response interaction with the sax player, dancing profusely around the stage. He looked at the sax player, "don't push me" he said, sax player replies with a deep processed brass response, the two go back and fourth on this idea for quite some time, building with intensity. Communicating in a crescendo of dynamics over several minutes on this line "don't push me", the electronic beat peaked in intensity and then broke back down. The next part of this song really "pushed" it. The dude delivered a far more convincing reenactment of Jesus Christ’s crucifixion than Mel Gibson did in the Passion.
After narrating his own random take of events in relation to his remarkable version of events the transcending frontman communicated the peak of the jam with the lines "Pin me up like Jesus, Pin me up like Jesus", holding his arms out with acted painI For a second I believed he was the Iceland Jesus intertwining his own dogma with that of the great book.