“Time is time and time and time again”
Here In The Pitch
CITY SLANG
IN 1979, Joan Didion published The White Album, a selection of essays that captured California on the brink of the 1970s, its counterculture dream beginning to curdle. “A demented and seductive vortical tension was building in the community,” as she described it. “The jitters were setting in. I recall a time when the dogs barked every night and the moon was always full.”
There is something of Didion’s description in Jessica Pratt’s fourth album, . The singer draws on the seedy history of her Los Angeles home, that peculiarly West Coast sense of an American utopia on the turn, to create her finest set of songs to date. Tales of sins and crimes and “” lie beneath a musical palette of bossanova and
