The 88: These locals have generated a fair amount of attention in a short time, with a rootsy, classic pop-rock style that borrows generously from the Kinks, the Band and various other greats. In addition to their more storied influences, the 88 occasionally recall Wilco, Cracker and assorted other pop-literate smart alecks. But indie record-store shelves and college radio waves are clogged with bands that emulate the sound and vibe of the pantheon—they all stand or fall based on their material. Fortunately, the 88’s songs are insinuatingly hooky; I haven’t been able to get the best songs on their album, Kind of Light, out of my head. “Elbow Blues,” the sun-drenched sing-along “How Good It Can Be,” the rueful “I’m a Man” (with its shades of the Dead at their honky-tonkin’ classicist peak), the bittersweet “Melting in the Sun” (with its trippy refrain, “Doesn’t it seem/We broke it off too soon?”) and the slammin’ “Sunday Afternoon,” for example, get their hooks in and don’t quit. And the stately craft of the tunes is offset by a buzzy, offbeat sensibility that manages to be psychedelic without trying too hard. Singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist Keith Slettedahl at times sounds like the winner of a Ray Davies soundalike contest, but his voice combines yearning and grit in a highly appealing way. Producer/muso Adam Merrin, who apparently plays virtually anything that can produce a sound, contributes some very evocative keyboards. You can catch the 88 at the Derby on April 17. - Simon Glickman