Not to worry. For all its slavish devotion to the Beach Boys, dios doesn't actually sound a whole lot like its hometown heroes, other than some breathtakingly delicate melodies and, well, the harmony from "You Still Believe in Me." Rather, listen to dios and you'll hear one part Flaming Lips (minus the grinning lunacy), one part Wilco (minus the suffocating self-importance), and about three parts Beatles (minus plenty, so let's just say these guys have clearly spent some time with Abbey Road. And "The White Album." And Abbey Road).
More than anything, though, dios sounds like Grandaddy -- sans the jittery technophobia, but with the same graceful songwriting, and Morales' lilting voice is more than a little reminiscent of Jason Lytle's. So it makes sense that the Modesto space-pop quintet asked dios to hold down the bottom of the bill on its current tour. Go for Grandaddy, but get there early for dios. Somewhere amid all the trucker caps and goose-down ski vests, you'll find the future of lo-fi beauty pop. Listen closely and you might even hear God. Or, um, god. Whatever.