Dead Meadow, Matt Hollywood, Blackwater Prophet

Listening to the super-fuzzy, woozy retro rock of Dead Meadow, you start to wonder if the ’60s ever actually ended. The Washington, D.C., trio formed in 1998 and is still going strong despite a couple of lineup changes over the years, cranking out sludgy, druggy but hardly sluggish psychedelia that recalls Pink Floyd at its trippiest and Hendrix at his most experimental. It’s the kind of music best heard through bulky vintage headphones while staring at your bedroom ceiling and simply letting your mind drift. And despite what you might think, psychotropic substances are not a requirement for enjoyment.