In the fall of 2019 we had the unholy pleasure of having interviewed the enigmatic La Femme Pendu to learn more of the mysterious inspirations she sang of her in her four-song demo album, All Of Them Witches. This spring equinox we are thrilled to share that her full-length album, Absolute Horror (completed on a Friday the 13th of this strange decade) is available for digital preorder today, and out on vinyl and digital download on 5/1.
It is worth noting that Bandcamp, in an effort to raise more awareness around the pandemic’s impact on musicians everywhere, is waiving their revenue share on sales tomorrow, Friday, March 20 (from midnight to midnight Pacific Time), and rallying music lovers to put much-needed money directly into artists’ pockets.
Described as “Satanic Jane Birkin, or Françoise Hardy alone in a graveyard at midnight”, La Femme Pendu sings smoky parlor ballads lyrically inspired by classic horror cinema. Ranging from Dracula to The Witch, from Rosemary’s Baby to Suspiria, each song illuminates the journey of iconic female characters of the last century of horror. The demonic feminine in heavy reverb. The twelfth card of the major arcana. The gothic alter ego of multi-hyphenate artist Allison Scagliotti.
Last autumn I wrote that listening to La Femme Pendu “… evoke[s] the feeling of sitting alone in an infernal coffee shop, drinking the most bitter espresso, and being the sole audience for a mysterious entity and her unholy instrument. Her eyes are piercing me until there’s nothing left but fragments of shadow and the phantom of her song.”
An initial listen to Absolute Horror recalls the sinister, shivery imagery/energies of All Of Them Witches, but really, you could swap out the gloomy diableries of that midnight café for any venue of your choice, either draped in smoke and shadows or bathed in incandescent, otherworldly light. La Femme Pendu is the evocative, provocative constant, a devilish chanteuse resting on your shoulder as you make your way between life’s contrasts, eternally crooning her dark, unsettling secrets into your trusting ears and twisting your tender heart. The stories woven into her bewitching melodies linger not only in eerie echo, but remain bound to you, roaming and reverberating vaporously alongside you as you traverse the chiaroscuro pathways of this world, their melancholy songs never far from your mind.
Images: Jackson Davis.