Like the best road treks, this cool video tour diary from locals The Ambulars goes from calm—-sad-robot harmonies, ponderous landscapes, weird analog synth noises—-to chaotic, with tortured, twisted riffs and parking-lot pyrotechnics. Big ups to the middle portion (“Marianne and Ferdinand”), whose bookish girl-boy vox briefly reignited my love of mid-’90s Midwestern indie pop.