Noisy and atmospheric with an esoteric band name to boot, A Place to Bury Strangers has lit up the indie touring circuit over the past few years. With 2015’s Transfixiation, the band casts moody shadows that harken back to both psychedelia and even the early-90s space rock scene. Chugging, effects-laden bass lines drive through weird blurps and static discharge while singer Oliver Ackermann inserts a slacker drawl (see “Straight”). The result of that kind of stuff is a heady album, one that fits best in a grungy basement and a group of buds slinging PBR tallboys before peeling out into the night in a ‘75 El Camino. (Eric Sandy)