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Celestial Shore’s second album, “Enter Ghost,” is a directive, a confession, and a confrontation. It’s the reflection of its makers — Sam Owens, Greg Albert, and Max Almario — and the followup to “10x,” their 2013 debut. It’s a rock record, and one with the power to time travel with its instruments intact: the electric guitar, the electric bass, and the drum kit. This musical skeleton is sentient. It rattled and rolled us here only sixty years ago. We’ve danced with it. We’ve dissected it.
Celestial Shore’s rock, sometimes appended with words like “art” and “angular” (words that could describe all music), has actually wiggled every which way since birth. It starts and stops with both intention and abandon. Sometimes it’s saying three things at once. Sometimes it’s saying one. It sounds like love. Recorded in the band’s Brooklyn hometown last winter and road-tested on tour with Deerhoof in the spring, “Enter Ghost”is out on Hometapes this Fall and begs to scratch its name into every tree. Oh, and “Gloria” isn’t about a girl. It’s about New York City.
“Celestial Shore songs are like a Club Med advertisement… plastered on the side of a bus that’s just sped through a puddle and doused you in slush on a dreary January morning.” – Pitchfork
“Falling somewhere between Pixies’ Bossa Nova-era alt-surf aspirations and the autumnal pop of the Zombies’ Odessey and Oracle, Celestial Shore deliver a mysterious set that is both beguiling and demanding.” – All Music