Akron/Family, a trio of ethereal, hirsute fellows from Pennsylvania via Brooklyn, descend on San Francisco. Their music — crackling alt-folk punctuated by surprising acoustic interludes — seems to issue from a warped gramophone, rather than a bank of speakers. Borrowed sounds, discordant string arrangements, and harmony-heavy vocals create an ambiance similar to that of a religious revival; even the hardest-hearted hipsters may surrender to the fervor.