Imagining their sound, "My Drunken Star" could well reside in the nebulous space where indie-folk, dream pop, and lo-fi blues converge. Picture lopsided harmonies that feel like a drunkard’s lullaby, layered with reverb-soaked guitars and the occasional twang of a steel string. Think of The Decemberists’ nautical melancholy, Sufjan Stevens’ kaleidoscopic storytelling, but with a hazy, half-remembered morning-after edge. Their music might sway like a waltz in a dimly lit bar, where the bartenders are constellations and the patrons are ghosts of jazz legends.