Has time stopped or are we simply floating along some physically-defying conflation of its dimensions? Whatever is happening, there’s something unlocked beyond this plane, leaving much to be suspended in the air throughout the sonic orb that is Here in the Pitch, the wondrous fourth studio album from Jessica Pratt. The mystique which the Los Angeles-by-way-of-San Francisco songwriter has cultivated her sound over the years since its humble beginnings in finger-picked flickerings inside an empty bedroom has grown in mythology since moving into the recording studio properly with 2019’s Quiet Signs. There, Pratt’s voice and instrumental craft began to pull in a cast of echoes from past and present forms with an ornate, muted bohemia of folk and ’60s orchestral pop frameworks. Here in the Pitch enhances her music’s magical grasp ever so slight with additional layers of reverb-grained timbre in ebbed bass guitars, crystals of timpani and glockenspiel, and brass winds recalculating gravity around her luminescent, ethereal emergence from darker depths of the space-time continuum, building castles in the cosmos from memory. It’s as if Pratt fully realizes her own supernatural powers using song as her vessel to search through concrete points in time and all of its conjured places, visages, warmth of emotions, and the essence of mortality. Everything feels distant and close to the surface at once. A half-hour length fleets infinite.

Highlights: “Life Is”, “Get Your Head Out”, “Empires Never Know”

Jessica Pratt’s Here in the Pitch is available now on Mexican Summer.

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