Phoenix’s Diners excel in winsome, gentle indie-pop, the kind streaked with just enough autumnal sadness. These are modest, powerful gifts, ones we would be foolish to turn them away. Tyler Broderick’s voice is small and hushed, but the track around him swells with big feelings. “Turn to a melody, seen it in my dreams/Run to the overhead playing back the scene/Feels like it could be real,” he sings tentatively, as large, corroded-sounding keyboards hover above him like comic-strip storm clouds. The song probes the familiar, uncanny sensation of trying to dredge up an unnamed feeling from our subconscious.