"Trained as a voice and teaching master in Hamburg, the melody hunter Binia left the dense forests of the north to join the thunderclouds in spring 2011. Armed with her unique voice, they now hunt the shadows and your eardrums together."
Mathis, bass producer and co-singer, is one of the co-founders and spade-engravers of the Cumulo Nimbus alliance. At night and under the influence of the most secret concoctions, he plucks the rhymes and metres for the lyrics from his black inkwell and his almost unfathomable brain coils and builds the shells of the musical works. Some might say that the lyrical descriptions of nature by the wise men of Cumulo Nimbus stem from his daytime companion's double life as an earth-loving natural scientist, whose studies have often taken him into the dark shadow world of the earth to feel death and life on his skin. For this very reason, he has often taken his companions to dizzying, razor-sharp mountain peaks to share spiritual experiences with his friends at the breast of Mother Nature. He himself says that these excursions prevent mould infestation of the musicians in the damp, lazy rehearsal vaults.
Carolynn is the mathematician among the musicians. With unearthly precision, she places note after note of her recorder into the complex music so that its magic can unfold. Not only does she choose the right recorder for every occasion, she also always throws her flowing hair in the right place and - to our mutual ecstasy - wants to see the same in the audience. Carolynn has lost her mind to maths and only the deepest emotions allow her to find her way from wild Berlin to the band . . . But when the spring pollen confuses her nose, you never know where she is, who she is, where she is going. Follow her, dear reader!
Doro swings the bow of her violin as if the Incarnate One himself were playing for a dance. In order to master the strings, she studied the art of music in the city of monks until she came across the sworn community. A pact signed with her own blood sealed her entry into the circle of musicians and only the innocent love of a young monk could save her soul! Listen to their melancholy sounds and let yourself be carried away to the wild dance...
Erik the master miller, alias Erik Müller, completed his journeyman years at the conservatory and music academy in Augspurg. Note that this fellow is the senior inter pares, but his fingers have not yet been afflicted by gout, as any fool of the rabble who has met him in medieval garb will tell you. He works out counterpoints, twirls his hair, guitars and lutes and confronts his cronies time and again with ingenious arrangements...