That’s ‘At Echo Lake’, not Echo Beach. Not Echo Waves. NOT Echo Cove! Woods share bills, labels and no doubt Facebook tit-for-tat with Real Estate, Blank Dogs, Ganglians and countless other US surf-heads, but they’re more at home on banks than blankets (they are called Woods, after all). This is their fifth album, and sees the New Yorkers once again take their Neil Young/Shins inspired campfire folk into the tall grass. Things on the prairie remain as sweltering as they are on the coast though, and as upbeat on tracks like the country driving ‘Blood Dries Darker’. The following dusty porch song ‘Pick Up’ is then Woods reflecting on past days on tyre swings and in yellowing fields. It – along with many other slower, plainly acoustic numbers here – is beautifully touching. Mistake Woods as dumb, beery lo-fi at your peril.

By Stuart Stubbs

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