"Slow down, little darling, you ain't the only unicorn," is all I knew of Laney Jones, when I went to see her and her band in Westminster, a small, small town outside of Baltimore not typically known for live music (Shakemore aside). I was surprised Laney, a Nashville singer-songwriter, has four albums, where she evolved from folk-pop to a looser, mostly-louder, stoner rock, keeping the quirkly melodicism throughout. Wherever you put the needle down on Laney Jones, you're bound to find something interesting. And, on this night (to mix metaphors), she fired on all cylinders.