We're in the part of the year that I can best describe as "hazy," from the smoky sky above to the late summer revelry in dim bars. It's a good season for fuzzed-out psychedelia, like that of Portland's Wooden Indian Burial Ground. The band's eponymous LP, released in October 2012 on Mon Amie records, serves up 35 minutes of reverb-heavy, surfy waves coating a sweet center of fast, bouncy garage rock. The occasional warpy sci-fi vibe jiggles through, too. It's not groundbreaking, by any means, but gives the impression that the musicians are talented enough to make a prettier sound but choose not to. Vocals sometimes lurk in the mix somewhere, but the guitars do most of the talking.
Wooden Indian Burial Ground might be fuzzy, but the message is clear: party. The wild, weird summers always end before you know it, so you might as well revel while you can.
Wooden Indian Burial Ground plays the VFW Thu., Aug. 29, at 10 PM with Boys, Bad Naked, Copilot Eyedrops and Thom Cornelius. $4.