Writer, singer, performance artiste and general wordsmith supreme Geneviève Letarte released her debut and last album 10 years ago—far too long a gap to go without an injection of her measured yet sensuous voice, much too long a wait to hear her simply deliver words in all the gloriousness of their sound, sense and nonsense. A precious actuelliste Letarte is not: here she engages in art for music’s sake, poetry (in French, and so all the more poetic) made palatable by mellow and melodious waltzes and two-steps, lounge blues and even whammy-bar rock. Gen: how about another piece o’pie in, oh, five years? 8/10