Lately, Seattle has become known for lush folk rock in the vein of Fleet Foxes or hammer-headed, Band of Horses-style dreamscapes that caress the soul but punish the ears with shimmering noise. The Moondoggies, however, look the lumberjack part but hit a bluesy guilty-pleasure spot with chugging lo-fi AM rock that's equal parts Joe Walsh and CSNY. Composed in part with singer-guitarist Kevin Murphy's recent Alaska trip in mind, the band's sophomore LP, Tidelands, just out on Hardly Art, is spooky Southern rock with a Northwestern twist — and without the sometimes overwhelming verdure of Fleet Foxes or quixotic bend of Blitzen Trapper. Deeply held Northwestern affections are in the very blood of the Moondoggies' music, from older, Harvest-esque tracks like "Down the River" and "Fly Mama Fly" to Tidelands' dreamy "Uncertain," but unwieldy bar rock is what defines this scruffy quartet.