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Sound tightrope walkers, story tellers, the Callin'Berthe probe their convoluted minds.
First chords, they invite you into their world, the one they built for themselves,
then this little piece of woman starts to sing, and there my friend, you were just not ready.
Too late for you, you're in the world of Callin' Berthe.
Unclassifiable, confusing, shifted, obsessive, their creations assert their singularity.
No label to stick on this musical O.V.N.I., one does not lock up a wind that swirls.
From a circus to an old-fashioned operating room, from an old rade for alcoholic bikers to a merciless look at a playground, Berthe makes you travel.
It's a privilege to witness the birth of an artistic performance that tears your guts out and sticks your ass to the bench. It's like a pride to have put your finger on it before the others. Callin' Berthe is happening under the radar, and you would like to keep them selfishly in the dark.
From their connivance comes an infinite beauty, an incredible strangeness, a frightening serendipity.
Their artistic project is defined by a total creative freedom, without any pre-established intention. Throughout their compositions, the Callin'Berthe give birth to what they have to give birth to, the sum of their intermingled individualities, nourishing a little more each time the soaring universe of the group.
Waltz, metal riff, or pop ballad, Callin'Berthe offers with this 1st EP, the space of a moment, the union of our poor souls.
First chords, they invite you into their world, the one they built for themselves,
then this little piece of woman starts to sing, and there my friend, you were just not ready.
Too late for you, you're in the world of Callin' Berthe.
Unclassifiable, confusing, shifted, obsessive, their creations assert their singularity.
No label to stick on this musical O.V.N.I., one does not lock up a wind that swirls.
From a circus to an old-fashioned operating room, from an old rade for alcoholic bikers to a merciless look at a playground, Berthe makes you travel.
It's a privilege to witness the birth of an artistic performance that tears your guts out and sticks your ass to the bench. It's like a pride to have put your finger on it before the others. Callin' Berthe is happening under the radar, and you would like to keep them selfishly in the dark.
From their connivance comes an infinite beauty, an incredible strangeness, a frightening serendipity.
Their artistic project is defined by a total creative freedom, without any pre-established intention. Throughout their compositions, the Callin'Berthe give birth to what they have to give birth to, the sum of their intermingled individualities, nourishing a little more each time the soaring universe of the group.
Waltz, metal riff, or pop ballad, Callin'Berthe offers with this 1st EP, the space of a moment, the union of our poor souls.
