White Woolly’s music culls freely from the surf-rock sounds of the 1960s, but the titles on this band’s rousing debut—“End Times,” “Strugglin’,” “Death’s Door”—don’t exactly summon a sunny day at the beach. The promising Louisville trio plays vintage rock 'n' roll with a seductive, sinister
edge, which boils over on the sludgy tension of “Fisticuff” or the ominous riffage of “Drag On.” A sense of apocalyptic malaise filters into White Woolly’s reverb-soaked reveries: “I’m a dead man walking alone to my grave / Not a moment passes I feel okay,” sings Charlie Hill on the
brooding “End Times,” one of several songs that flits between the contemporary influence of
garage-rockers like Ty Segall or Osees and the cinematic haze of a long-ago Western
soundtrack.