(Sunset) Go ahead, go on a tender bender. You deserve it. This show will be more relaxing than getting a massage from a lamb wearing mittens, more goose-bump-inducing than R. L. Stine. The Soft Hills really do make you feel as if you're walking along a cushiony landscape. Soothing vocals glide over misty folkadelic melodies with spoonfuls of pop and swirling rock in there just in case you were getting a bit drowsy. Also playing is the enormously talented Karl Blau, whose charms run the rainbow of backyard solo acoustic improvisations to fully crafted wonder-albums. Plus, the romantic, yearning tunes of Midnight Blooms.