Rarely have a band's name and its sound been so incongruent. The songs populating the quartet's excellent self-titled debut (a quick mea culpa for leaving this off my top 10 local albums of 2014; it somehow slipped my mind while assembling the list) are the furthest thing from downcast, moving from shaggy bursts of wondrous psych-rock ("Thighs") to trippy excursions that drift among the stars ("Spaceman") to rollicking surf-rock numbers that could soundtrack a riotous beachside bonfire ("Steve's Surf Expedition"). Get Bummed, indeed.

Rarely have a band’s name and its sound been so incongruent. The songs populating the quartet’s excellent self-titled debut (a quick mea culpa for leaving this off my top 10 local albums of 2014; it somehow slipped my mind while assembling the list) are the furthest thing from downcast, moving from shaggy bursts of wondrous psych-rock (“Thighs”) to trippy excursions that drift among the stars (“Spaceman”) to rollicking surf-rock numbers that could soundtrack a riotous beachside bonfire (“Steve’s Surf Expedition”). Get Bummed, indeed.

Photo by Annalisa Hubbard