Clément Lemennicier makes folk. His first album, this chiaroscuro Mountain Dreamer, gives him an advantage and provides a credible start. The Line with its ample finesse arrives first, unfolding in mother-of-pearl before gently rustling. The beauty of the settings and the sensitive voice do the job. Silver Night Skin has the same assets; there is something of Raoul Vignal in what Clément undertakes. A measured rise occurs, aggregated. S-Tree chimes in French, with well-feathered poetry.