Some groups with retro or psychedelic influences don’t serve much purpose other than to conjure up images of hippie Halloween costumes or mediocre dive-bar cover bands. Others aren’t nearly brazen enough, adding only timid harmonies and wee amounts of the necessary fuzz. Austin’s White Denim, however, has the revivalist formula down pat, trademarking their own brand of off-kilter, sixties-infused punk rock on their fourth LP, D, with bits of blues here, avant-garde riffs there and some trippy ditties prime for makeouts in the back of your ’69 Chevy (er, used Prius). They’ve also been known to produce instrumental jams that awaken the dormant Allman Brothers fan in even the most ardent indie music devotee. Is that a good thing? Um … yes? Regardless, their frenetic stage chemistry, dizzying drumming and general drug-addled energy makes for an excellent, if not weird, live show, whether or not you whip out paisley or patchouli for the occasion. Fellow Texans Hundred Visions open.