Not to put too fine a point on it, but Craft Spells represent a lot of what's "meh" about modern indie-pop music. Lackluster bored-guy vocals shrug over middling, milquetoasty guitar and synth that coagulate into vaguely melancholy melodies that leave only the faintest of impressions, and beats that prompt mild toe tapping. Craft Spells' Idle Labor and Gallery sound like fucking Naked Eyes outtakes. Move along, nothing to feel here. The Drums are yet another New Order/Smiths/Blancmange-humping Brooklyn band who exist solely to be heard at chic clothing shops frequented by twentysomething h*pst*rs. San Francisco's Part Time (David Speck) stands as the most interesting performer on the bill, by dint of sounding like a less quirky, more synth-oriented Ariel Pink. DAVE SEGAL