Brain Telephone, with enough unexpected variations on the standard formula to establish their own brash sound. The title track is pushed madly along by choppy, urgent Velvet Underground–style rhythm-guitar chords topped by Glenn Brigman’s balefully hazy wash of keyboards and Dylan Sizemore’s snarling vocals. Sizemore transforms into a melodic teenage idol among the weepy strands of the flower-pop reverie “Let Love Be Love,” before the group pick up the tempo and plunge into the swirling 13th Floor Elevators–inspired vortex of “Learnings of the Light.” Washington state’s Weeed crank out a comparatively modern fusion of assemblage of Can-ny psychedelic echoes and ’70s Black Sabbath sludgy wallowing. Also on the bill: the fuzzy synth rumblings of Bert Hoover’s shadowy and sinister Hooveriii.
At first, Frankie & the Witch Fingers come off like so many other retro, garage-rocking archaeologists these days who are reliving ancient ’60s pop psychedelia. On closer inspection, the L.A. quartet infuse their latest album,