When rain, wind and the years have eroded a music until it leaves only grains and sediments, what kind of sound architecture can be built on a foundation of shifting sands? Do we build ephemeral castles, massive but fragile? Or diaphonous lace cobwebs, more light than matter? Or do we choose to give up building to simply play, letting the sand flow through our fingers, now grain by grain, now in thick cascades...
Perrine Bourel / fiddle, 5-string banjo, vocals
Basile Brémaud / fiddle, vocals