Ranch Ghost has cut their teeth in almost any and all ways imaginable together and thus the tightness of their blues-tinged, gruff surf-rock. The noise that emanates from these four ruffians is heavily reliant on the vibe. Imagine that lone, solitary man on the front porch in Mississippi, playing only for the God within and around, suddenly splitting open - wild with color - and surfing through time and onto a stage where people were flowing forth the rock and the roll. Think Blind Willie McTell giving Ray Charles an Indian rug burn and The Kinks bleeding all over them. This should give you a good sense of what it’s like to hear Ranch Ghost.