Andrew Shepard’s voice is a familiar welcome if the nasal tenor of My Morning Jacket or Fleet Foxes is your kind of thing. It’s always done the trick for me, though when I pressed play on Roadkill Ghost Choir’s 2013 EP Quiet Light it seemed so familiar I had to check to see if I already owned it in my collection. The crescendos of contemplative lap-steel and banjo and haunting harmonies have been the hallmark of this kind of folk for years now. Though the market is surely saturated with bands like Roadkill Ghost Choir, Florida’s spacey sextet provides another great soundtrack for getting a one-armed sunburn on a long drive.
“So I sleep all day and dream all night, with a bottle in my hand I take the devil’s side,” Shepard sings on the opening track, “Beggars’ Guild.” But this is no bluegrass hayride. Songs like “Devout” and “Tarot Youth” seem to float in the air with a mix of electric and acoustic guitars reminiscent of The War on Drugs. In a way, that’s the only trouble with Quiet Light—that its songs blend together like so many clouds passing overhead in an amorphous mass. In Tongues, the band’s upcoming full-length (set to release Aug. 19) might end up occupying a different, more distinct stratosphere. For now, as background music on a summer road trip, Quiet Light does just fine.
Roadkill Ghost Choir plays Stage 112 Thu., July 17, at 9 PM with Desert Noises. $10.