Visits

Tammar’s music is sensual, fluid, and droney, perfect for chilling, romancing, or dark-corner dancing. Driving might be another matter, as falling under the Midwestern quintet’s hypnotic seven- and eight-minute kaleidoscopic spells while behind the wheel could be dangerous. Singing over layers of spiraling guitars, loping krautrock keyboards, and drums laid down as perfectly consistently as railroad ties, Dave Walter woozily intones vaporous, indecipherable lyrics that somehow convey an emotional pull. A tribal, psych-rock energy, inspired by The Velvet Underground on tunes like “Heavy Tonite” and “Deep Witness,” pulls you in. Then you stay, entranced by the leisurely igniting of the aural light show of “Arrows Underwater” or the motorik-meets-shoegaze storm of “The Last Line.” Tammar’s earlier EPs hinted at a band searching for structure in its somewhat experimental early stages, and this exquisite iteration is an achievement: the sound is ripe, full, and confident, and Visits is a visceral pleasure from beginning to end.