Local buzz-band Saeta - whose name is appropriated from a Miles Davis piece about a Spanish dirge - certainly gives the name its full value. If you can get over the fact that Matt Menovcik sounds like Crash Test Dummies’ Brad Roberts on quaaludes, then the music is pleasantly interesting. Producer Kramer (Low, Galaxie 500, Danielson Famile) brings his expertise to their simple lo-fi arrangements so that the elements of straight jazz, indie-rock and baroque classical provide the template for Saeta’s music.

What Saeta implements is scant instrumentation with a full sound: lithe strumming on acoustic guitars, methodical sawing on the cello, and Lesli Wood’s mournful piano chords and warm BGV’s, topped off by the Menovcik droning baritone. This style of music is a two-edged sword. Not relying much on melody, Saeta falls into that category of hypnotic, simplistic music that has been such a strong post-post-grunge trend. The indie-kids seem to be eating it up by the spoonful, but the somnolence is so overwhelming at times that one could easily curl into a heap on the floor and take an extended nap.