I went into the Woods show reluctantly. I had come for San Francisco’s Fresh and Only’s, but it turned out they had just finished their set the second I walked in the door. My mood immediately sank. I think Woods are a fine band for a strange afternoon, but they have no place packing the Music Hall of Williamsburg; they did. This is what that produced: Boring jam sessions that bordered on self indulgence, adequate reproductions of decent tracks, and a serious sense of buzz-kill. Don’t see them live.