The experimental music sometimes coheres into song, only to breakdown into standing still and going nowhere.
Yellow Ostrich’s Ghost conveys a sense of the strange world that lives on the border of music and memory. The six-song EP doesn’t really travel a sonic path as much as it presents the stripped down recollections of noises heard in one’s head and locked behind the walls of whatever confined space one inhabits. There are resonances of James Blake and that damned answering machine that keeps on playing the same message underneath the attempts to delete them. What else would one expect of songs titled “Ghost", “Won’t Fade Away", and “Already Gone”? The experimental music sometimes coheres into song, like on the determined “Here Today”, only to breakdown into standing still and going nowhere. But that’s what beats are for, to let us stay in one place with the illusion that we are going somewhere and doing something. The Brooklyn based trio have fun with a minimum of instrumentation and melody, and seem to smilingly acknowledge that this too can be music. Like the flower which grows in the sidewalk tracks and the glitter of broken glass in the parking lot, one takes beauty wherever one can find it.