Solo album from Jessica Rylan aka Can't that bundles a whole bunch of her most intimate experimental strategies: wildly truncated homemade electronic compositions; modulated fevers of vocals; stumpy idiot-avant rock hysterics and weird, fractured songs. Some of the more electronic tracks walk the line between overwhelming Industrial assault and vulnerable, unarmoured self-expression in a way that feels like the perfect 'use' of noise aesthetics, functioning as a cover for otherwise-awkward personal revelation. There are moments where Jessica roams so far from the piece-as-conceived, where she sounds like she's muttering to herself or adjusting some equipment, that feel more like documentary recordings than 'finished' studio work and it's this weird tension between public performance and uncomfortable voyeurism that gives the LP - and the bulk of Jessica's amazing back catalogue - much of its revelatory power. On the flip, her guitar playing combines Jandek style dissonance with coy vocals and some pretty funny lyrics and the whole thing ends with a supremely feral drums/vocal dirge that is pure Shaggs/Adris Hoyos/Heather Leigh. Edition of 500 copies with full colour sleeves and a colour inner bag with art by Jessica herself. Recommended.