I have no idea why this record gripped me so much. Jessica Pratt records are always a moody affair and Here In The Pitch is no exception. Like all her albums, it's produced extremely well. Not surprised that Pet Sounds was one of the influences, because this record feels as California to me as anything I've heard in recent memory, except I'd imagine slipping this into an 8-track in a car with no power steering in the 1970s and it would not feel out of place at all. It's haunting, ethereal and sparse in all of the best ways. It'll live with me for a really long time in ways I still won't be able to explain.