Boogarins

Billowing strains of mellow psych-pop, Boogarins' second album fuses the faraway Dunedin jangle of bands like the Clean and the Chills with song structures and vocal phrasings redolent of Tropicalismo. If Manual lulls at times, that's sort of the point. The Brazilian quartet's slowly evolving passages evoke a physiological break from the mad rush. "6000 Dias" begins as a bucolic Sunday afternoon cruise that builds into a guitar-fueled blast toward the stratosphere. "Falsa Folha de Rosto" echoes and flanges its way through somnambulant unreality, each passage weighing down the eyelids a little more. (Fri., 6:50pm, Reverberation stage)