indie, 9 p.m.
Like the wind whistling gently through the trees at dusk, broadcasting news of fall’s approach, there’s something sweet and wistful about New Madrid. Recent transplants to Athens, Ga. from Tennessee, the quartet released its full-length debut Yardboat last August, and the band members’ loose, reverb-laden songs linger and loom, spiraling skyward before swelling back to life in clamorous finales. At times, the group’s dreamy unhurried builds and prog-like structures recall post-rock instrumentalists like Explosions in the Sky, while in other cases New Madrid stretches out like a jam band behind noodly riffage. But the Athens outfit also takes time to evoke the cosmic country of Beachwood Sparks (“Country Moon I”), and the bandmates even manage to combine calypso and jangly folk-rock (“Country Moon Pt. II”). Toss in a 10-minute-long ambient track seemingly pitched at the massage therapist market, and you have a rather disparate gumbo. This eclecticism undoubtedly produces lively, freewheeling performances that can keep the audience guessing, but on disc it feels a tad disjointed. Still it’s hard not to marvel at the craft and musicianship. —Chris Parker SATURDAY