As children of the snow, the members of Wintershome belong as intimately to winter as a fisherman does to his trawler. The group inhabits the cold season, like a boat bobbing about on the ocean. With them, you can feel the biting wind and look up at the watery sky that stretches all the way to the horizon.

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The group’s musicians have known each other since their first times on skis. They are not a group, nor simply a bunch of youngsters. Their relationship is much subtler than that. There is something clan-like about them. They are a siblinghood, that has come down from the mountains to speak to us about Nature. They lift us out of the bleakness of the world with voices that shine like the sun's rays glinting off a mountain brook.

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Wintershome is a house where everyone, from the cellar to the attic, contributes their part, drawn from the rude bounty of the world. And they take all this and simmer it in the pot bubbling on the family hearth to create their songs, a blend of sadness, intensity, beauty and hope. The crowds go home with a little hoard of fresh melodies picked off the mountainside like a dose of dewdrops gathered at dawn on a summer's day.

Wintershome was conceived in the snow. And through its members, winter has become a season of warmth and light.