In 2013, the domain of "indie rock" is happily one not dominated by dudes with electric guitars; harps coexist with Korg keyboards, and laptops conspire with drum machines. But Boone's Naked Gods and Charlottesville's The Invisible Hand punch through the present and pull from the recent past, cranking six strings through amplifiers in memory of what was called college rock. Naked Gods stretch it out, emphasizing the Southern swill of its Built to Spill-sized jams. Meanwhile, The Invisible Hand keeps it tight, turning its rock songs into enthusiastic, winning pop gambols. Spooky Woods open. —Grayson Currin