#mon-laferte

#mon-laferte

It's impossible for Laferte's voice to ever be boring, even during a surplus of ballads that fulfill similar functions on a long album. Even when all she's doing is remembering, she preserves the joy and pain with touches that make the past feel urgent, like the slight, uncanny Auto-Tune on "Mi Hombre." When she confronts the memory of an abuser as a coward on "El Gran Señor," the fear in the glass-shattering note as she sings "miedo" fills the room.