As one might expect of a band named for the capital of the Congo, Brazzaville is led by a wide-eyed, wide-reaching music enthusiast, with interests that seem to stretch from bucolic California drift to easy Spanish sway, from Sunday afternoon jazz to summers spent on the French Riviera. But frontman David Brown treats these eclectic influences as accessories, using them to dress up a body of sweetly accessible pop-rock rather than reshape it. Somewhere between The Old Ceremony's erudite majesty, The National's stately refinement and Kings of Convenience's unending charms, but more breezy than all of them, Brazzaville twinkles like a well-hidden jewel. Tonk's country gold opens. —Grayson Currin