Before he was a buffalo, he was Bloody Holly. But when he got over his country phase, the bison in Grant Lee Buffalo–Grant Lee Phillips–once made ’90s pop records so fuzzy that REM lost sleep over them. When lack of interest thinned out his tribe, he roamed the pop grasslands solo, sounding like a breathless, less whiny Jakob Dylan. His latest, Virginia Creeper, continues that tradition–close your eyes and hear the sound of one headlight. 967-9053 or $12.