Nathan Williams isn’t trying to convince anyone that Wavves is revolutionary. He isn’t trying to spearhead a new musical movement or define a new aesthetic. Williams maps out his intentions best with the resigned, drawn out chorus and murky surf punk of “So Bored.” He needed something to do, and he had a guitar. It’s telling that the lyrical thrust of much of Wavves’ material focuses so exclusively on the affliction which serves as its provenance, as if Williams’ ennui and ingenuity comprise an exclusive symbiotic relationship, and Williams doesn’t mind wallowing in it a bit. Williams isn’t the first kid to thrash together a few chords in order to keep ennui at bay, nor is he the first to drench the results in noise and clatter. Where Wavves shines is in its ability to assimilate the various parts of its musical personality—without sounding like “X reinterpreted as Y.” This is not pop music re-imagined as lo-fi noise; even though Wavves is noisy, it comes complete with a finely calibrated pop sheen.

Fri., April 24, 7 p.m., 2009