It’s tempting sometimes to think that everything that can be done with the electric guitar has been done. Power chords have been powered, solos shredded, math rock equations written into fretboards the world over. Hearing a band like Floral, then, you think: huh, maybe there’s some new ground to be broken after all. Landing somewhere on the American Football/TTNG, Floral weaves lush curtains of guitar melodies, with impassioned, insistent drums kicking the songs up and into the lower stratosphere. Float along with floral; groove out to the spacey trippiness of Bat House; and headbang with wild abandon with Elizabeth Colour Wheel at Cafe 939. This is an all ages deal, so tell the kiddos to pack some earplugs and get ready to learn all about how guitars can cause a bad case of the feelings when you least expect it.

-Adam Asher