When: Sat., July 7, 9 p.m. 2012
On its previous recordings, this Austin indie-rock band toyed with fuzzed-out space-rock overkill, but its second full-length, Dub Egg (Matador), displays a heightened sense of economy and proportion. This time out the Young build compact songs around the dense twin-guitar assault of Hans Zimmerman and Kyle Edwards, who alternate between meticulous lockstep and chugging counterpoint; the sparse, metronomic grooves of drummer Ryan Maloney and bassist Jason Costanzo stress tightly coiled efficiency. Zimmerman is more inventive with his melodies, both in his strained, slightly raspy vocals and in his generous guitar solos, which spill out over the tidy riffing; he occasionally makes the band sound like well-scrubbed, less rambling Crazy Horse, an impression the Young reinforce when they dial it down for some sun-parched country-rock on the slightly clunky "Only Way Out." The album has a glowing, resonant analog sound—they recorded it themselves in an isolated rented cabin on 16-track one-inch tape—and it seems pretty clear that these guys are more interested in luxuriating in that kind of detail than in figuring out how to square their obsessive love of old-school 70s rock with current tastes. —Peter Margasak Judson Claiborne opens.