Enoch Ebadu

Enoch Ebadu

Samedi 26 Octobre 2013 / 19 h 00 / Grande Halle / 1000 FC

Enoch Ebadu est compositeur, chanteur et guitariste qui définit son style musical de « folk classique Kongo ».
originaire de l’ethnie Mondunga de la province de l’Equateur, le Kindunga est le dialecte sa région d’origine souvent utilisé dans ses chansons.

Dans le souci de mettre en avant la culture congolaise, l’artiste s’intéresse également aux autres dialectes de sa région pour ses nouvelles compositions car chaque dialecte possède une tonalité différente et permet de diversifier les mélodies.


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