The first time I encountered Pigeons I was less than impressed. Years ago, in an opening slot at Issue Project Room, the group's meandering, tuneless compositions and buried vocals did little for me: art rock that was neither artful nor rocking. Fast forward five years and the group have a mesmerizing new album, The Bower, due on MIE next month. Recorded in the time-tested upstate New York mellow intimacy setting, standout tracks like the penultimate "Summer for Mary Ann" condense the essence of a languid sunny afternoon into a five-minute paean to the best of those dog days. Wednesday Knudsen's gorgeous, plainspoken lilt unfurls over entrancing, expansive guitar patterns, and curative percussion flourishes.