While the five members of My Best Fiend live in Brooklyn, the music they create resides somewhere else entirely: in a spacious, dreamlike world all its own. The seven tracks on debut album In Ghostlike Fading feel like reveries, mixing gorgeously atmospheric keyboards with grittier guitars and plaintive lead vocals. On hallucinatory opening track, “Higher Palms,” My Best Fiend achieves a kind of modern, Phil Spector-like spirit, a somewhat woozier Wall of Sound. Lead singer Fred Coldwell’s lyrics weave between decadence and penitence, compulsion and confession.