It's amazing to behold Brian Jonestown Massacre's almost perfectly derivative catalog. The band's resurrection of 13th Floor Elevators-meets-Byrds jangle helped jump-start a mid-'00s psychedelia revival, for which we can be occasionally thankful (admit it, there were some good Black Angels jams). But then there were the tracks that never seemed to end, the droning vocals and the impression that somewhere, at some point, some other band had written these songs first.
But it misses the point to look to Brian Jonestown Massacre for fresh sounds: They're the Death Proof and Planet Terror of indie music. Criticism of Brian Jonestown Massacre's blanket unoriginality may just take this project too seriously. Even the latest, Who Killed Sgt. Pepper?, with its stumbling electronica, shoegaze-y loops and gratuitous Europeanisms still fits neatly enough within an overarching aesthetic to fit the mold. It'll be interesting, at least, to see if they perfect the whole Spiritualized-meets-Euro rave thing by next album. Magic Castles open at 9 p.m. —Corbie Hill