Noir Voir

NOIR VOIR From whispers to jet planes taking off. From ambient to noise via jazzy folk. A robotic and stone-faced drummer, epic violin melodies instead of a singing voice (and it really is enough!), a bass player who takes swigs of Gummiberry juice, and a guitarist who strokes and tortures with barbed wire. A forgotten border town with its concrete gloom, mixed with escapes to the Jeseniky mountains. Bruntal’s band Noir Voir, after eight years of playing and forming an audience in their hometown’s melancholic and still atmosphere