moe.

In terms of wank-out psychedelia, this Buffalo, New York-based jam band is more peyote than purple microdot: organic, smooth, and offering a slightly shorter trip than the Grateful Dead or Phish, or their friend Umphrey’s McGee. After using concert improvisations to flesh out the tunes that run like flowing ribbons through previous albums like Wormwood and The Conch, moe. cranked out their latest, Sticks and Stones (due January 22), in three weeks of recording, customizing ten songs to clock less than forty-one minutes total. But between the dual guitars and the wanton back catalogue, the new stuff should be shaggy enough to win over the self-proclaimed “moe.rons” in the audience.

First Avenue, 612-338-8388.