Allegedly from a remote Swedish village immersed for centuries in voodoo beliefs, the masked collective Goat come at psychedelia from strange angles. Sure, they unfurl archetypal fuzz-toned and wah-wah-pedaled guitar plumage, but the rhythms tumble in odd meters, and the female vocalist scorches. Their debut album, World Music, is far from the generic mediocrity that title implies, as these new Sub Pop signees roam from Afrobeat to continental prog to medieval folk balladry with feral panache. (Neumos, 925 E Pike St, neumos.com, 8 pm, $17 adv, 21+)