A quirky and eccentric voice instantly rises out of the swirl of delicate finger-picked acoustic guitar and wafting organ and instantly one is placed within the hypnotic surrounds of ethereal folk music.
Think Nick Drake, Tiny Ruins, Vashti Bunyan and even a pastoral Portishead at times. Pratt’s light psychedelia has a sometimes lo-fi yet consistently immersive quality as she sings songs of searching and what feels like a cautious transition from a past relationship. Penultimate track, ‘Back, Baby’, with its sweetly melancholic, catchy chorus is the highpoint of an understated, very good album.
this review was first published in The Music