Music

ALBUM REVIEW | FOLK

Jessica Pratt’s self-titled album echoes an era past

Kim Smith-Miller

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.

As Americana went particularly widescreen and exuberant in 2012 (think Mumford & Sons, the Lumineers), Pratt’s home-recorded songs are quiet gems cradled in the rudimentary but delicate fingerpicking of her acoustic guitar. Aside from her voice — a quicksilver instrument she sometimes multitracks and harmonizes with — there’s little to distract from the music except for the faint buzz of tape hiss.

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The album brings to mind the homespun intimacy of Sibylle Baier’s “Colour Green” and Karen Dalton’s world-weary take on folk blues. Pratt, who’s probably in her 20s and lives in San Francisco, has mentioned that she was heavily influenced by British folk musicians, and it shows. A gentle lament like the opening “Night Faces” summons the rainy-day melancholy of Sandy Denny: “You know I spent a million tears trying to dig myself out all these years.”

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