With a sound akin to Owls, D.C.’s own Pagoda is gearing up to finish their LP and is planning for a summer tour. Having dropped their new EP, Seven Nights, earlier this month, the boys are finally increasing their presence regionwide, six years after first having gotten here. With an uncanny blending of sounds and influences, I am not sure what these guys and six months of eclectic LPs couldn’t do. We caught their performance at a “rock luck” with Richmond’s Gregor Samsa and chewed a little post-show fat.

Pagoda’s show was musically rich, blending with and playing styles of acid jazz, psych-rock revival, and country-folk. Their rhythms, rendered soft and dreamy on the recent EP, took a harder, more evocative edge live. In the narrow acoustics of the basement, the drums had a more assertive presence.

The timing and verve of their strumming and revivalist jams is their strength. On the opener “Broken Sticks,” they had a precision both organic and mechanical. The band’s familiarity and experience of playing together makes it seem like they are one. This was displayed heavily on “DCA” and “Seven Nights,” where the guitars flowed over each other like they were looped in a acid jazz fist-fight on the former, while Ken’s strumming and the snap of the snare drum would strike simultaneously, then narrowly miss to weave textures over the latter.