The wilderness of Piers Faccini’s My Wilderness is filled with the jaunty folk melodies of gypsy caravans, full moons and anxious, melancholic riffs; shimmering behind tall forest evergreens of ghosts past and dreams of those to come. This soundscape is tied together with the reverberating softness and wistful quality of Faccini’s voice. Also a painter, Faccini presents an album that stands alone in its mélange of folk, world and tantalizing exoticism, along with its depth of sentiment. My Wilderness pushes through a wave of fast, quicker-paced songs in the beginning and slips into much mellower, forlorn and distraught vibes on most of the latter six tracks. As a personal comment (and for anyone else who may fear the natural bumps and creaks of houses expanding and shrinking), it should be noted that I couldn’t listen to “A New Morning” without being terribly creeped out. The intro brings to mind an impending feeling of danger, with sounds of slow footstep beats and chains dragged on the floor. On the other hand, this was also during my “There’s-a-ghost-in-my-house!” phase, so maybe it really was just me. Worth mentioning, comparisons could easily be made to the likes of Beirut, Jack Johnson, or Alexi Murdoch. (Six Degrees Records, sixdegreerecords.com) Victoria King