Chicago quartet the Boxers start out their most recent LP, The Blue Pool, with washed-out snippets from Bobby Vinton's "Blue Velvet," distorted and sinister, before segueing into a sort of anthemic, melancholy rock. It's reminiscent of the days when the Flaming Lips were transitioning from stoned punks into the glorious pop on the late '90s and early '00s. When the crooning vocals come around, it becomes clear that, while the Boxers don't quite sound like the matinee idols that they've quoted, they are still dedicated to melody above all else. In fact, as the record progresses, more and more sunshine gets exposed to the diffused mood of the Boxers. Reminiscent of the gruff beauty of Spoon, the Boxers epitomize the innocence and sarcasm inherent in an indie rock scene that has had decades of pop music to absorb and repurpose.

THE BOXERS, w/ Tomorrow's Tulips, Sun Eggs, Bob Bucko Jr., 8 p.m., Deadbeat Olympia, 226 N. Division St, Olympia, $5, 360.943.0662