Pitchfork

"Hello. My name is Geneviève and I am a French-speaking person from Québec in Canada." So begins the bio on the K Records page for the woman who makes music as Woelv. I will refrain from commenting on the wolf-iness of the project's name, but there's no doubt that this track, from her K Records album Tout Seul dans la Forêt en Plein Jour, Avez-Vous Peur?, is a haunting miniature of home-recorded death-folk. The music consists only of a bass that seems to be moving quietly down a dim highway on padded feet. The voice swings from a barely-audible whisper to disturbing shrieks that wind around layers of harmony. The lyrics are in French, a language I don't speak, but I imagine them to be heavy and bleak. It's a wonderfully moody track, and it sounds better after dark.

[from Tout Seul dans la Forêt en Plein Jour, Avez-Vous Peur?; out now on K]