The only thing visible on the cover of Jessica Pratt’s debut album is her face bursting out of an antique blackness in bright contrast. The image is zoomed in so closely it suggests that the world only exists within inches of Pratt’s expressionless face, features dissipating into the negative space. One could expect an intense, introspective affair, but there’s a searching quality in many of these songs, and what she uncovers in the darkness is intimate and up close.
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