Eerie, bucolic echoes and raw, isolated melodies make Woods an appropriate name for this New York quartet. Frontman Jeremy Earl's songs suggest the tender intimacy of Neutral Milk Hotel warmed by a Sterno of psychedelic shimmer. Though not as noisy as its underground lo-fi peers, Woods shares a ragged beauty with labelmates Wavves and Crystal Antlers, particularly on its latest (and loudest), Songs of Shame. The group's first fully band-driven album rips like Neil Young jamming in a loft with the Elephant Six collective, but with enough softness not to wake the neighbors. Opener Real Estate makes soft-focus pop with the supple thrum of tidewater.
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