On its third disc Infinite Arms, this North Carolina band Band of Horses filters melodic? guitar growl through a dusty-bearded country-rock aesthetic. Singer-guitarist Ben Bridwell floats a boyish version of Neil Young’s plaintive whine over trance-y distortion or sunbaked jangle or porch-jockey folk while he plays slacker space cowboy. Even when he’s singing about zoning out on the couch, it feels Grand Canyon expansive. A?