The members of Ghost Cousin are easily among the most dedicated, determined and supportive artists I know. They’ve been pouring themselves into this album for ages, and they’ve certainly endured enough of our jokes about it. What they did, though, they did right. Ghost Cousin has transcended “impressionist pop” and “carnival melancholy” and any of the other labels we’ve given them over the years. Scotland has a dark whimsy that carries you out to sea, where you remain, drifting in the space between the Letersky brothers’ voices. When your limbs begin to feel heavy, Gooding’s bass and Corey’s keys buoy you. It’s an album to trust and fall into. It’ll keep you afloat.