Imagine sly, wry songwriting legend Lee Hazlewood reincarnated as a long-haired, laid-back rocker from Philadelphia, and you’re close to grasping the appeal of Kurt Vile. Forger of mellow, pretty melodies and deadpan utterer of observant lyrics, Vile writes casually sublime songs that slouch between folky and psychedelic. His excellent new album, Wakin on a Pretty Daze, is rock as beta-blocker, creating the gorgeous illusion that you have all the time in the world to chill. (Neumos, 925 E Pike St,, 8 pm, $16 adv, 21+)