Jessica Pratt’s unassuming self-titled debut exists out of time. Which is to say it sounds like it blew in on a crisp autumnal breeze from 1970, back when unknown singer-songwriters were making albums that wouldn’t be appreciated until decades later. In another era, “Jessica Pratt” would have been a long-lost classic well worth rediscovering.

Instead, as a living document that’s already getting plenty of attention from the blogosphere, it’s one of the year’s more beguiling listens.