By my sophomore year of college, the crew I hung out with had pretty much exhausted the following records: Blue Cheer’s OutsideInside, Black Sabbath’s Vol. 4, Mudhoney’s Superfuzz Bigmuff, The Stooges Fun House, and Kyuss’ Sky Valley. There was nothing wrong with those records (matter of fact, there’s still nothing wrong with them), but after so many nights spent listening to the same old, same old while chugging Coors Light and prescription codeine, we needed a new taste. That’s when Nebula’s 1999 album To The Center came to us. A power trio comprised of former Fun Manchu members, Nebula took pride in numbing eardrums with its fuzzy riffs, space rock meanderings, and blues choogling. Though their music tasted much like those latter-day stoner greats, it was new and that’s all we cared about. Since then, they’ve barely strayed from that latter-day psych formula, as evidenced in the band’s latest Heavy Psych. Like the blatant title suggests, Nebula does what it does and…well, if it ain’t broke, why fix it? With the Entrance Band, Scott Kelly, A Storm of Light, Valis.

Fri., Aug. 7, 8 p.m., 2009