About Neufvoin

I suddenly wake up in a hot balloon over a valley. Down there, I see these five young guys in their woolen shirts creating a twisted collage with colorful materials and wild imagination. Mountains in the middle of the fog turn into massive walls of echoes and tunes float onwards naturally like a piece of wood in a river. I feel how the afterglow of the sun breaths in a melancholic sound of the trumpet while the shining moon reveals little details which I didn’t recognize a moment ago. Everything is somehow upside down and I can only guess what will happen next.