Occasionally, bands that demand no more than a morsel of attention can be a welcoming change-up to your typical high-octane or overtly experimental indie band. Such is the appeal of Seattle-based indie-folk act Fruit Bats, headed by Eric Johnson, its only constant member, who seems more concerned with relieving my stress from a hard day’s work than creating transcendent art. On the band’s newest album, “The Ruminant Band,” Johnson and company effortlessly groove from one walking-tempo seventies-style folk-rock tune to the next, barely challenging your mind to do anything but nod along as they emulate a more southern-sounding version of The Shins. With Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young-esque harmonies and a steel guitar tone that belongs in heaven, Fruit Bats have created the epitome of modern, easygoing folk, an album that shuns glory, content to be just utterly listenable. Nothing wrong with that. (Andy Seifert)
September 20-21 at Schubas, 3159 N. Southport, (773)525-2508, at 7pm. $12-$14.