8 p.m., The Village. $13 adv., $16 d.o.s.
I swear, sometimes you can practically see the neighborhood’s pubescent boys peeking through the cracks of these girls’ backyard fence. Made up of three sisters, their brother and their cousin, the family DuPree have built a name for themselves by painting ethereal portraits of the hidden nooks in suburbia, all melancholic, harmony-heavy and smelling of swimming pools and hot Toyota suede. The bulk of it is attractive stuff, written with wide-eyed minor chords and no shortage of a Stevie Nicks sense of wonderment, all the while resonating with a Sunday morning chastity that’s at once coy and mysterious. Yeah, it’s a band with a low-emission engine, fueled by that type of evocative imagery. And, through it all, it’s not really a bad thing. They’re supported by orchestral indie prog-pop from fellow Tyler, Texans The Lion & The Sail and a solo set from the youngest of the family, Christie DuPree.