Ghost Ranch If you can't find an address, you've come to the right place, where all the essential elements remain fermenting. This is Ghost Ranch, a free range that can only guarantee the unbounded-no roof overhead, no cross to guide us; nor a single solid wall to hide behind, to limit vision or confine us. Like the opening credits of an unearthed Western, Georg's eerie harmonica ushers us into the first track, "Bewildering Black and White Moments Captured on Trail Cams." Like death gripped and wrinkled mementos; preemptive souvenirs of still lives we can only experience fully when no one else is looking, including it's unbeknownst subject. Or maybe just some long gone kind of twisted series of memories... When Georg repeats "There is no such thing..." it initially vibes fatalistic, the way he denies the true believer and common ground. But Georg is casting out artifice here, carving the point to it's truest essence, liberating the listener from wrong or right as "the beginner" pleads innocence. While organic, the lens of the human eye can often glitch, causing doubt to what we are seeing. "Are The Angels Pretty?" ponders this conundrum, cross examining our own honesty: Do we really keep our secrets, or do we leave them at the door? Either way, we know we've arrived once we hear the unmistakable guitar of Marc Ribot (Tom Waits, Elvis Costello) grace the empty spaces; reappearing slightly more raucous in "Beautiful Day" alongside Jolie Holland, whose guest vocals offer prudent anchor to the celebration.