This foursome from San Diego churns out loose, breezy prog splashed with Rhodes and lilting guitar remniscient of Petty, VU, and Gram Parsons. It’s a drive west into a constant sunset: mellow pleasure and unaffected excitement.

“She’s a Wolf” kicks off the dazed trip in a VW van’s first gear while “Come On Virginia” pops the cap off of Coke-commercial fizz. “Paisley Patterns” is as trippy as it sounds. “Lower the Heavens” is a plucky interlude that rolls into the second half of the album. “Try to Get By” is an affectionate alt-bayou stomp, which is the band’s sixth mood in six songs. “In the Morning” is a “Sunday Morning”/”Good Feeling”-style lullaby, and the album fades into “Into a Pale” for a fittingly chill finale.

They’re a little surfy, country, proggy, and stony, and put together a solid album that infuses just enough of each to keep you on your toes. Assuming you can still feel them.