No matter what dystopias and paradises await, there will always be a need for sad songs, and Los Angeles-based songwriter Jessica Pratt has tapped into a particular vein of the soft, quiet variety. Building on the solo spareness of her self-titled 2012 debut, the Los Angeles musician self-harmonizes (“Strange Melody”), pines (“Moon Dude”), and fills out her wintry whisper with extra guitars and gentle washes. Though losing some of her first album’s directness, the slim nine-song collection contains enough atmosphere and unimpeachable melodic turns (especially “On Your Own Love Again”) to frame her squarely in the aching lineage of Leonard Cohen as much as a more earthbound Joanna Newsom, whose pixieish voice Pratt sometimes recalls. It is the kind of intimately recorded heartache that doesn’t seek to absolve a listener’s sadness so much as offer it a warm place to sit and (maybe) melt away.