Like their respective namesakes, Seattle’s Origami Ghosts make music that is delicate and haunting. The band’s songs glide along in slow motion like a hand out the window of a car on a golden summer’s day, floating and diving along with the wind. Their hushed, intimate songs sound like they were recorded in a dark, quiet bedroom, but they especially shine when fleshed out into full-band arrangements. Whether building on some of the oceanic sway of Three Mile Pilot or Black Heart Procession (“Endless Corridors”) or presenting a janglier version of Polvo (“East Station”), Origami Ghosts have struck a near-perfect balance of still-of-the-night melancholy and the dreamy introspection of a mid-summer’s afternoon. With Hello the Mind Control, Waytansea Point, Teeth of Turquoise. GREGORY FRANKLIN

Thu., July 22, 10 p.m., 2010