In Oslo's white streets, two friends would meet up in a homemade studio, in the basement of a wooden house. For the love of sound, they would play until the break of dawn. Multi-instrumentalist, Ravi and storyteller of urban legends, Erik. They would create crazy and unexpected trifles, both violent and sweet. Until one day, at the heart of a dark winter, a piece came to life within psychedelic vapors, and one more, and yet another. A name had to be found for the parents: ERAV as in Erik and Ravi.
In ERAV, Gondry's cinema can be found along with the lunatic fringe of Fischli & Weiss, as influences intertwine and collide. It smells like the end of the world and nostalgia for a paradise lost. It invites to contemplation, dance, and trance.