San Francisco's relatively reclusive Wooden Shjips (the "j" hiccup intentional) hail from the minimalist wing of the neo-psychedelic movement. The quartet specializes in droning, fuzzy rock influenced by the wilder acidic stuff of the '60s, scuzzy garage punk, and the darker, throbbing impulses of early krautrock. The plodding, heavy bottom, joined by spacey, mostly indecipherable vocals, can get monotonous. But when Ripley Johnson laces his melodic electric guitar lines through the tangle, sometimes in tandem with Nash Whalen's organ, the band attains a dreamy lyricism that's quite elegant, as on "These Shadows." Things also heat up when they pick up the pace on punkish jaunts like "Ruins." Both are from last year's Back to Land, a moderately introspective album perhaps reflecting half of the quartet's move to Oregon. 18+.
Sat., Aug. 2, 8 p.m., 2014