From the first line on Jana Horn’s eponymous third album, “nothing prepares you for this, or is a cure,” the tone is set for a record that is enunciated as it is open. Akin to the desert landscape where it was recorded—Sonic Ranch, in west Texas—the work’s dry production and use of silence, ringing guitar and discordant flute, has a vitality calling back to early Cat Power/Moon Pix.
Written during a disorienting first year in New York, the album captures a period of upheaval and re-formation. Songs emerge like field notes from a life in motion – city fragments, desert clarity, letters between friends, glimpses of renewal. What remains is a voice that cuts through the noise by refusing it, shaping a world from silence, detail, and the unguarded moment.
