Rapturous…this happily haunted song cycle uses languages as varied as gospel, folk ballads, honky-tonk anthems of heartbreak, electropop, doo-wop and jazz à la Thelonious Monk...Ghost Quartet slyly addresses the questions of why we want to believe in ghosts and feel the need to keep talking about them. And I promise you, you will believe by the evening’s end. People may die, but the stories they tell will continue to divide and multiply, and haunt the world for as long as the human race exists. The ways in which the last number attests to this creed is one of the most ingenious and affecting finales I’ve come across in years.
The brilliantly inventive Dave Malloy’s theater songs make you blue like the sky: sad but high. Listening to his brand of emo-pop regret laced with cosmic hope, it’s like you’re watching a spectacular sunrise after a night of whiskey and lame flirting…the material coheres on a rich, intuitive level. This is an experiment in mood and evanescence, a chance to get inside the singer-songwriter’s head and savor the superb musicianship.