Flavored by progressive rock, vibrations in stones, Daoism, James Joyce, Rumi, Japanese poetry, acrobatic tongue twisters and fingerpickings and harmonies at 3 am when the beer, the tea, and the cigarettes have all run out.
The Bambir have gathered their childhood appreciation for hard rock and smuggled vinyl, Armenian traditional music and poetry, pulsing beats and whirling trances, ancient tales and pagan wails and pumped it into their own unique sound. “An artist’s job is to search,” Narek says, basing his lyrics in metamorphosis and the imitation of reality or your imperfect idea of it.
