A conversation with Jessica Winter never quite goes in the direction you expect it to. An innocuous question about where a song came from can end up spiralling in all directions from rare animals, her deep love of trains to scientology healings.

On her first full-length studio album, Jessica Winter is not healed: but she’s getting there. “I have been around the block,” she says emphatically. Dodgy industry encounters, strained family dynamics, euphoric festival sets and fucked up relationships have all led her to this, her first album - sardonically named My First Album despite her years of graft in the music industry as a solo performer, songwriter, multiple-mac-wearer and band member. It’s a record that ping-pongs poppily through the sounds that have shaped her, a collection of vibrant, audacious songs about figuring out what’s wrong with you and finding a way to make it right.