Magnus
Voce, banjo
Seven years old, straw-coloured hair, banjo taller than him. Starts every song with a polite cough.
The crew
We're five kids from an alpine valley. We live in a barn we've turned into a rehearsal room and studio. The youngest is 7, the oldest 12. We play what grandfathers, aunts and cousins taught us — and a few things we made up ourselves.
Voce, banjo
Seven years old, straw-coloured hair, banjo taller than him. Starts every song with a polite cough.
Violino
Nine years old, two braids, a sky-blue fiddle. When she plays she closes her eyes and forgets the crowd.
Fisarmonica, voce
Twelve years old, already a beard he doesn't shave. The accordion is the same one his great-grandfather played.
Chitarra acustica
Eight years old, two bass notes that make the barn beams shiver.
Percussioni, washboard
Ten years old, always smiling. Plays anything that makes a sound — even the kitchen pans.
Visit the shop →“The strings are short, but the voice carries down to the valley.”