Certain bands simply don’t work in the harsh light of day. Other bands — bands like Woods — seem to exist for expressly such circumstances. Although they used to lean a lot closer to the hallucinatory side of psych, indie-rock’s preeminent Dead disciples spin out easygoing folk-rock jams that make an ideal soundtrack for early afternoon on a festival’s final day, those hours when everybody just wants to chill out and recharge for one more day of revelry. That’s not to say Woods are incapable of rocking out because believe me, when their penultimate song kicked into overdrive everyone in the vicinity stopped in their tracks and took notice, members of Lucius included. But those climactic moments were so striking in part because most of the performance was so idyllic, so very much like you’d hope and expect from a sunny afternoon in a San Francisco meadow. -Chris