Combining the atmosphere of an old spaghetti-western film with psychedelic rock, Spindrift walked the crowd at Pop’s through a hazy daydream of gun duels and ghost-towns. With very few vocals, save for sparse narration, woo’s and yehaw’s, and a Native American-esqe chant, the band let their distorted twangy guitars, spacey keyboards, and sauntering beat carry their sound. With simulated gusts of wind whipping through the background, “Girlz, Booze, and Gunz” was full of classic, western-style whammy bar and a snare heavy, marching band rhythm. Singer/guitarist Kirpatrick Thomas went from chanting narration to slinging his guitar like a six-shooter, though it took him a few verses to sound more like an outlaw and less like a caveman on “The Legend of God’s Gun.” And just like a band of outlaws bolting from town, Spindrift’s set came to an unannounced, abrupt end. “Indian Run,” a song set to score a battle between cowboys and Native Americans, was full of rapid-fire guitar chords and snare drum blasts to end with a bang. Next time, I’ll bring my stirrups.