Laura Gibson’s last record, If You Come to Greet Me, conjures images of drugless people in sweaters sitting in a wood-trimmed room, drinking herbal tea and invoking exuberance with terms like “beautiful” and “amazing.” Perhaps that’s because Gibson typifies a certain Pacific Northwest vibe: earnest and homeward, with enough inner gravity to come across as vaguely, or at least referentially, psychedelic. On her latest effort, Beasts of Seasons, the singer-songwriter picks up the pace a bit, offering slightly more boisterous arrangements for many of the tracks. But if her recent spot opening for Colin Meloy on his recent solo tour is any indication, she has no intention of dropping the pleasantries-exchanged-over-quinoa attitude any time soon.