Ready to shoot your shot at New Zealand’s Skallander? Aim somewhere between Juana Molina, The Grateful Dead, Six Organs of Admittance, and Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young-and let it rip. You’re bound hit the jackpot at least a few times. Without much in the way of percussion, and sprinkled with plenty of horn- and string freak-outs, Skallander’s two-man folktronica still manages to enchant on experimental rambles like “Dismemberment.” But traditional finger-picking like that found on the winsome “Flesh Born Constellation” is still the star. So if you’re looking for the digital age, you’re on the wrong ride, pal. That said, the band’s assured quietude is eerily addictive. Those living near gridlocked intersections should apply.