They are most likely the oddest "Songbirds" in the German music scene: two men and a women, boarding the stage with a truckload of instruments.

As colourful as their outer appearance is their music, spanning from pensive singer/songwriter ballads to straight and cheeky rock, from screaming guitars to the ethereal flute.

The Singvøgel sing about giants, dwarfs and mermaids, corrupt politicians and the desperation of lonely nights in unheated attic flats. And they do it with passion. Emotio...