If you expected teeth gnashing and wild howling, you’ll want to keep moving. Denai Moore’s wolves aren’t the rabid beasts which chased you in your childhood dreams and ate Red Riding Hood’s sweet grandmother. No, Moore’s wolves are complex creatures, dignified and deserving of sympathy, though they’ve come to expect far less.
Londoner Denai Moore is 19, and she is making waves and inviting chills. Radiating a raw and gripping power, the emotion in Moore’s vocals makes all else seem trivial. She has a voice that ends every other conversation in the room — that suddenly convinces every other person that nothing at that moment could possibly be more pressing than to just shut up and listen.