Alela Diane's intimate folk is haunted by the sadness and solitude of some of the most unrivalled singer/songwriters. Her voice ebbs and flows with Cat Power's cutting, twang-laced cries and Joni Mitchell's feather-light trills. Just as well, her rustic melodies can seamlessly fluctuate between Elliott Smith's devastating acoustic confessions and the Grateful Dead's breezy California mysticism.