Winnipeg’s Boats were bizarrely delightful; frontman Mat Klachefsky carries a Mountain Goats aesthetic, with a vocal range that soars a few octaves higher, with a pleasant helium-sucked whine. The duo, backed only by a keyboard and guitar, strung imaginative narratives in verses of men with holes through their bodies, and women who fear they’re giving birth to flocks of birds. The result is some of the most experimental indie-pop we’ve heard in a while.