Headlights dim
Tristan Wraight sounds passionate — over the phone. He addresses his fractured band and sick father in expectedly somber tones. Yet his stated devotion to making “gorgeous, poignant music” comes off livelier than anything on his band Headlights’ latest release.
The music has transformed. The first two Headlights albums — full of sunny major chords that could soundtrack a hangout at Blue State or a low-key pregame — provide an incongruous preamble for the group’s haunting new sound. Airy harmonies and quivering reverb churn through Headlights’ third album, “Wildlife,” a lo-fi ode to...
