At the tail end of 2012, an album of bewitchingly sparse acoustic music crept into the vinyl racks of the nation’s record shops without fanfare.
It represented the gathering together of songs written for nobody but Jessica Pratt herself, pulled together to form a debut that sounded like the sort of thing that reissue label Light In The Attic would have deliriously unearthed from the early 1970s. Her voice, somewhere between Karen Dalton and Vashti Bunyan, was accompanied by a plucked acoustic guitar and the warm fuzz of the tape to which it was committed.
For this second outing, now signed to Drag City, Pratt recorded entirely in analogue to a four-track, and the background hiss is once again part of the sound. A few dabs of colour are added, such as the distant clavinet of ‘Moon Dude’, which only adds to its woozy, lilting charm, and a light touch of electric organ on the opener ‘Wrong Hand’, but the focus remains on Pratt’s unique voice. The lyrics tell wry stories, but their delivery is magical.
‘On Your Own Love Again’ is a timeless record by a remarkable talent only just starting to show what she can do.
Words: Gareth James
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