Die Nowak

A rain-soaked city. Nowak enters the fog-shrouded stage of the shrillest and most worn-out club on the Kiez. A quick glance and her razor-sharp gaze transforms even an audience of wild-eyed hoodlums into well-behaved lambs. She strums the keys like a diva from the Golden Twenties. Her voice sounds like hot mulled wine on silk pyjamas.
In this hour, she transforms gravel gardens into flower meadows, heals old lovesickness and finally takes you dreamers away from Neverland. With a painful bite to the mind, her music cuts through the jungle of consumer society like a resounding chainsaw and uncovers the truth about the state of our world. Their melodies between chanson, pop and indie hurl lightning bolts into your heart and leave you with trembling knees, ready for more.
The Nowak are different, idiosyncratic and a little quirky, but that's what makes their music so fascinating. When she's on stage, you can't help but be swept away by her energy and charisma.