My heart belongs to

This weekend I went to a beautiful, cosy openair festival on the lakeside. And there was a band I wanted to listen to: 
My heart belongs to Cecilia Winter. 

The minute I heard that name I knew I had to go see them. And I wasn't disapointed, au contraire!

Three very interesting and creative musicians that rock on stage to unexpected, powerful notes. A bittersweet harmony that converts into a strong guitar part and back to gentle voices again. And suddenly you can hear the sound of an autoharp...

Those guys are anything but dreary. But then, what could you expect if the lead singer wears a glimmer eyeband (yes, an eyeband, not a hairband) and a feather necklace and the bassist is a girl that moves like a fairy?