We first encountered Shakkalo earlier this month while she was opening for The Sophs at La Maroquinerie, and hearing those songs again at L'Archipel only reinforced the impression she left the first time around. Her music remains difficult to neatly categorize, somewhere between introspective folk, art pop and bedroom experimentation, held together by an unusual melodic instinct and a voice that can turn fragile or unsettling from one line to the next.
What is most striking is how fully formed her artistic identity already feels despite a still relatively small catalogue. After only a handful of singles and an EP, Shakkalo already sounds less like a promising newcomer than an artist patiently building a world of her own. A full-length record now feels less like the logical next step.
