(Royal Room) At first blush, Diminished Men at the Royal Room would seem like something of an anachronism. That is, until you consider the venue's already-venerable pedigree of sophisticated talent—it's by no means just a jazz club. Diminished Men's subdued works of big-hall (in an effects sense) guitar twang should swirl that room with a supernatural presence. This stuff blends surf, psych, and a whole lot of less-identifiable influences into a seductive bleakness that's almost visual in its ability to provoke mood. Something something, an Ennio Morricone reference.