The fourth album proper from these hypno-rocking San Franciscans – now in part relocated to Portland, Oregon – revels in the joy of repetition as ever, but in a noticeably sunnier, smoother fashion than before, continuing the arc that made 2011's West itself a little brighter and lighter than their super-lo-fi, fuzz-drenched early recordings. There's still fuzz here, of course, but it's dialled down a notch again, and now layered against thrumming acoustic guitars and a sweeter, cleaner organ sound, plus at times an almost finger-snapping, lounge-act swing. Singer/guitarist Ripley Johnson's glinting lead lines are prettier than ever on These Shadows, and downright intergalactic amid the pulsing rush of Other Stars; and on finale Everybody Knows, the latent CSNY influence is most obvious – albeit flattened out, stripped down and slipstreamed into the locked-groove repeato-zone where Wooden Shjips clearly thrive. Of a piece with the infinitely looping pleasures of New York's majestic Endless Boogie, Leeds' swirly punks Hookworms and San Francisco's staggeringly great White Fence, Back to Land is another very welcome product of the latest big psych-rock boom.