Catbag hang out somewhere between the crypt and a charmingly decrepit seaside lounge. Their first LP missive confronts this dichotomy head on: the A-side Bunker captures trance-inducing duets for sax and maracas that are slowly joined by growls and throbbing bass fuzz. But the synthetic swoop that opens the B-side Junker heralds a different sort of active background music where vibraphone and organ are dusted on more subtle but equally eerie grooves. You might feel an ocean breeze, but it’ll be a cold one.