Every Local Release

* Hannalee , Morchella (out now, self-released, hannaleesong.bandcamp.com): The third in folk trio Hannalee’s four-part, season-inspired EP series, Morchella is spring in every detail. Michael Harley (of SHIM); his wife, Anna-Lisa Notter; and Fidelia Rowe effortlessly translate the brightness of the season, singing in three-part harmony about sunny activities like dancing outdoors (“Can’t Believe It”), spring weddings (“The Wedding Song”), and taking in the view at the top of a mountain (“Asleep in the Attic”). Hannalee releases Fragaria, its fourth and final seasonal EP, this Sunday—stay tuned for the review. (Sun., July 7, The Triple Door)

Half Light , Things to Figure Out (out now, Knick Knack Records, knickknackrecords.com): “Mesa,” the album’s intro track, sets the stage for this psych-pop release with a steady drumbeat that trails off into the gentle vocals of Dayna Loeffler and Brian Ackley. Moments of emotion are revealed by dark yet thoughtful lyrics that sail a sea of layered guitars, drums, and cello.

Polecat, Fathoms (out now, self-released, polecat bluegrass.com): Since jumping onto the scene in 2010, this Bellingham-based act has built a loyal following of whiskey-sipping, boot-stomping bluegrass fans across the Northwest. On the band’s second full-length release they slow it down a bit, trading boisterous, Celtic-infused dance tunes for more technical jam-based arrangements. While the Irish tradition remains, this collection includes sonic inspiration from all around the globe. (Sat., July 6, Nectar Lounge)

Purr Gato, Heart Beat (out now, self-released, purrgato.com): A collection of 11 retro-leaning New Wave songs built around Katrina Kope’s blustery vocals. Slower dance-music tempos and dark, vibe-y synths sound like a stab at trip-hop, but without that genre’s spacious production aesthetic.

The Swearengens, Waiting on the Sunrise (out now, self-released, swearengens.bandcamp.com): As country as country comes. Factor in Fredd Luongo’s deep drawl, a heaping helpful of bluesy riffs, and just a sprinkle of heartache, you can practically hear the tumbleweeds rolling by.

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