Jacco Gardner, Hypnophobia (Polyvinyl Records). Neo-quasi-techno-psychedelia. What’s the desired pharmaceutical here—a hallucinogen or something for stamina? The lyrics, rhythmic build-up and airy guitars are all Lovely, in the Arthur Lee sense. But the digressions—movie-soundtrack-style thumps and keyboards, dance breaks, experimental interludes—can be as engrossing as the verses and choruses. When not sounding like ‘60s Sunset Strip bands, there’s a T. Rex early-glam thing going on. Wonderfully unnerving, to the point of charming.