Ghost on Ghost fits its name well: it’s a haunting, low-creek, rocky-ridge sound that offers a tour of Americana from Jack Kerouac to
Gravity Falls. It’s creeping, intimate, and the best folk album I’ve heard all year. It’s also great for eating people too, though only if you prefer intimacy to aggression.
Unlike
Heavy Fruit, which was hot as melted rock and more erotic than shredded lingerie,
Ghost on Ghost is meant for lovers and friends, not monsters and fiends. Its sound is closer, its motion slower, and it churns with an intimacy that one expects to find in the stomach of a wife rather than a mistress. I’m using “wife” purposefully because the sound is, for me, very feminine. Unbirth fits it well.
The center piece of the album is...
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