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22. 07. 2025 19:00
Acoustic Summer # 11
In the summer, you want to play it easy! An acoustic concert programme composed on the basis of an open call. Both emerging and established names in the music scene will play.
Admission fee voluntary
𝐕𝐕𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐢́: Tear Your Bow, George Silverman and the Masc, Venika Hartlyn
Tear your bow
Trhni si smyccem is a peculiar music band between punk and philharmonic. They play their own gritty and beautiful songs in contemporary arrangements for symphonic instruments. They find inspiration in the poetics of the Czech north and the dark corners of Nusel. They are unusual, energetic, courageous and very clear.
Trhni si smyccem is a peculiar music band between punk and philharmonic. They play their own gritty and beautiful songs in contemporary arrangements for symphonic instruments. They find inspiration in the poetics of the Czech north and the dark corners of Nusel. They are unusual, energetic, courageous and very clear.
Venika Hartlyn
is a singer and songwriter originally from Holešov in Moravia. Her songs are distinguished by a distinctive fragility in her voice and soothing piano melodies, for which she draws inspiration from her favourite artists such as Tori Amos and Sarah McLachlan.
So far she has released 3 EPs, a video for the single Dancing Shoes and is currently preparing her debut album for release.
is a singer and songwriter originally from Holešov in Moravia. Her songs are distinguished by a distinctive fragility in her voice and soothing piano melodies, for which she draws inspiration from her favourite artists such as Tori Amos and Sarah McLachlan.
So far she has released 3 EPs, a video for the single Dancing Shoes and is currently preparing her debut album for release.
Scratches
A guitar tied to my dad's backpack with shoelaces, a shirt smelling of fire and leaky shoes. Songs from the limits: the grassy ones, but also the ones between day and night, fire and darkness, rock and river. Memories of years, of mornings and of people.
A guitar tied to my dad's backpack with shoelaces, a shirt smelling of fire and leaky shoes. Songs from the limits: the grassy ones, but also the ones between day and night, fire and darkness, rock and river. Memories of years, of mornings and of people.