Instead of trekking out into the tundra to go to the record store and buy hot new pop music, it feels like the members of Portugal. The Man spent a number of frigid Alaskan winters indoors, strumming along to their parents' dusty LPs. While an early incarnation of the band leaned toward progressive post-rock, the last couple of albums have doubled up on the hooks while exposing roots in the classic-rock canon, tinges of soul and protest songs peeking out from the borders of their most recent material. But it's unfair to lump them in with the glut of rootsy folk acts that have recently gained a foothold in indie; Portugal's sound skews far more muscular, and they're not frightened to break out scores of giant, buzzing guitar riffs or cheeky group sing-alongs. Sure, they take their name from a foreign country hundreds of miles away, but they've synthesized their influences into an aesthetic that's bathed in pure, uncut Americana. With Port O'Brien and the Dig. 18+.
Thu., Feb. 25, 8 p.m., 2010