In my dream, an ozone sky sucks the color from the seaside until it looks like a faded, hand-painted postcard. The beach is deserted, except for a distant gazebo where a clean-cut 1950s couple slow dances. And Estrangers provide the soundtrack. The lo-fi Winston-Salem sextet delivers dreamy/creepy fuzz-pop with yearning broken-hearted vocals. Boasting a gauzy sound that recalls the third, eponymous Velvet Underground LP, Estrangers evoke the pristine chamber pop of The Zombies and the wistful melodies of ‘50s crooner Ricky Nelson. Dual guitars add Jesus and Mary Chain bursts of over-modulated squall, augmented by a pair of jaunty-but-eerie Carnival of Souls keyboards and driving Dave Clark Five drums. It’s fun but slightly queasy, like stumbling upon a sock-hop hosted by David Lynch, complete with free nitrous oxide for all. Along with Charleston’s Company, Estrangers fill the bill for the indie pop soirée Shuffle Party, courtesy of Shuffle Magazine. Shuffle’s staff and contributors include CL’s John Schacht and Corbie Hill.