Čt 17. 7.

Griffin is a wildfire of wandering songs, ignited by nature, mysticism, and the ache of open roads. It’s the hum of dust and dream, wrapped in galloping acoustic harmonies and voices that remember where we came from — and hint at where we’re headed.

Griffin writes in English but speaks in the universal language of soul. His songs are maps — not the kind that take you to places, but the kind that take you to feelings you thought you’d lost. Each performance is a kind of ceremony — part ancient rite, part spontaneous combustion — summoning something that’s been slumbering in the bones.

At his side: Yoav Or (JonZ), a musical alchemist who dresses each song in stardust and cedar smoke. His sound is like a modern tribal fire — flickering between classic indie-folk and something altogether timeless. Together, they create a portal. A soundscape. A moment.

And now, for the very first time — we arrive in Prague. A city of spellbound stones and whispering streets. We couldn’t be more thrilled to play for you, to open this night together, heart-first.