Matt Mehlan has always subscribed to the magic-realist school of art-pop. His variously named bands—Skeletons, Skeletons & the Girl-Faced Boys, etc—reliably sound as though they’re wandering in a strange, lush landscape only they can see, superimposed on the topography of wherever they actually are (once Oberlin, now Queens). On the forthcoming Lucas, Mehlan piles up the instrumentation to new heights (two drummers, no waiting), and while his sensibility is as militantly abstract as ever—I’m convinced he writes his lyrics with a magnetic poetry kit and a martini shaker—the newfound richness of the guitars alone gives the music something resembling focus. Baby & Hide, the Dolphin, and Chicken & the Chick Flicks open.