Carla Bozulich's new album, Evangelista, took hold of me instantly. Being an ignoramus, I hadn't heard of her before, although some of you may well be familiar with her - in the 90s she led the band Ethyl Meatplow, then The Geraldine Fibbers, and in 2002 she recorded a magical, dreamy cover version of Willie Nelson's 1975 album Red Headed Stranger, which you must purchase immediately.

Evangelista is the darkest, most personal album I've ever heard, brutally raw, unforgiving, and hauntingly beautiful, best heard in a dark room with headphones on. As much as it might be reductive to provide obvious comparisons, it brings to mind the best parts of Patti Smith and Nick Cave and Diamanda Galas and PJ Harvey, and in some ways transcends them all.