Aloha, ‘Home Acres’ (Polyvinyl)
Pretty much every song on this prog-pop band’s sixth disc evokes moodiness via some sort of weather, event, or technological-flux metaphor. It’s a suitable theme for elegantly mutable yet hummably compact songs, led by marimba as often as guitar. And they’re emboldened by frontman Tony Cavallario’s ability to sing like Lou Barlow as a poofy-sleeved eco wizard (“White wind blow through my room,” he incants on one especially gusty number). The best bits aspire to an Animal Collectivecum-R.E.M. dream-weave, well suited for watching sunlight roll across your bedroom wall.