Like moonlight on a starless night, the Silent Years project across a crisp, endless expanse both stark beauty and a rich, engaging brightness. The Detroit quintet indulge plenty of textured atmospheres but arent as shambolic as their dream pop antecedents. Keyboards paint in broad shimmering strokes and frontman Josh Epsteins tenor dances agilely over the spectral arrangements, but the light, drifting psych-warmth is often punctuated with crashes of guitar like asteroids incinerating in our ionosphere. The mix of delicacy and muscle is endlessly alluring, suggesting Spacemen 3 finally on the right meds. They keenly calibrate the balance on last years The Globe, choosing a broad thematic universe of life and its resilience, colored in wide-canvas galactic tones that settle over the ringing melodies like twilight traversing into night. Graceful without being toothless, theyre one of the best acts to emerge of late.
Mon., May 11, 7:30 p.m., 2009