Legend has it that Pete Seeger was about to cut the power cable that might have been the umbilical cord of modern rock
music with an axe. It supplied Bob Dylan's electric guitar, used to destroy the expectations of the folk scene gathered in front of him and at the same time to reinvent himself as an artist. The year was 1967. The place was the Newport Folk Festival. A new beginning, a departure to new shores, a new port, Newport.

Port Noo means new port in Irish and is also the new beginning of Singer/Songwriter and multi instrumentalist Hannah Permanetter.

After leaving the band Dear Henry Bliss, Hannah moved from Munich to New York City to write new songs for her very own project she would call Port Noo. Half a year later she took the new material to Berlin and soon started working with producer Paul Pilot (Sea&Air, Duke Special) who helped to translate the new beginning into music.

Port Noo is also the name of a real place. A small fishing village on the coast of north-west Ireland where Hannah had her first birthday and actually all subsequent ones. It became her second home. Moreover it became a place of yearning for her, yearning for the slow life she wished to adapt and fuse with, the landscape and language she wanted to be part of, the Irish melancholia that inspired many a great poets - long before she even found music to express her feelings.

And thus the Port Noo Debut Album „In The Middle Of Everything“ became a collaboration of many musicians such as American drummer Tom Osander (Damien Rice, Lisa Hannigan), Irish composer and multi instrumentalist Brian Crosby (BellX1, The Cake Sale), English arranger, saxophone, clarinet and flute player Ben Castle (Duke Special, Jamie Cullum, Radiohead) or German singer songwriter Francesco Wilking (Die Höchste Eisenbahn) among others.

Port Noo’s songs deal with misfortune but are really about the glimmer of hope within. Songs that scrape confidence from the dark corners of existence, telling stories of despair and redemption, about being lost in metropolis and the longing for the home port. About finding one’s own language.
Maybe Bob Dylan felt quite the same way in 1967 - in a new Port for music.