A title that translates to “she is still awake” feels particularly fitting for a week like this one, when every seasonally affected, narcoleptic-adjacent urge has possibly been the only thing felt more powerfully in our bodies than the rage. Unlike that bubbling emotional cauldron, elle veille encore, the sophomore album from Montreal quintet Rosier, sonically evokes the title of its 2021 predecessor Légèrement — meaning “lightly.”
But as an exploration of the maternal figure, its subject matter is anything but. The folk rock of “n’as-tu jamais vu d’oiseaux” is driven by percussive acoustic strums, building with each return of its refrain like a hatchling inching closer to freedom, while the foreboding indietronica of “other forms” evokes the “pain like the oldest design” of what it means to carry someone; the wound of any form of womb’s ability to be given without being taken away.
