I went camping in the Santa Cruz mountains last weekend, and who knew a Brooklyn quartet could sound so perfect for evenings under a canopy of giant redwoods? I guess the group's name--Woods--was a small hint. These four New York dudes skew folksy pop with eerily effeminate vocals, flashes of Dinosaur Jr.-ish guitar distortion, and a meandering aesthetic that's more slyly psychedelic than all out jam band. Woods' sound is kinda cute in a coy way, where it's just strange enough to be sorta artsy
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