ROCK GRATIS: Bodhi is ready and willing to play your living room.

[RELOCATED GARAGE ROCK] Sometimes it takes a band a while to find a home. Whether working out the right sound, juggling unfortunate members, or finding a cheap place to live, the right location can make a band—or cause it to pack up and move across the county. For local garage-rock trio Bodhi, a change of scenery wasn’t just logical, it was necessary.

“We were pretty much running from gentrification,” says drummer Erin Ansley of the band’s three-pronged move from New York to California to Portland. “It’s the same old story. When condos start going up in the Lower East Side, you know you’re in trouble.”

Luckily, the change came at just the right time for the band, as well as the pocketbook. Fed up with members who “weren’t really motivated to do anything at all,” 32-year-old songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Brian Carr started playing with onetime band manager Ansley after they both relocated to PDX in 2006—writing songs that blew everything the old Bodhi did out of the Hudson River. Despite playing its first show less than a year ago, the trio—rounded out by guitarist Bob Pounding—has forged a distinctive, stomping and gritty version of garage rock.

Though it still hasn’t released a proper record (the band aims to self-record its debut this month after recruiting a fourth member), Bodhi managed to land a track on the recently released PDX Pop Now! compilation—and “Nadine” might be the gem of the entire 40-song record. Emerging from behind a layer of tape hiss, it’s a wonderfully catchy slice of garage-pop bliss, building from a rolling drum fill into a guitar-and-Farfisa organ breakdown that’s guaranteed to have your foot tapping in seconds.

Carr, whose voice recalls Jack White doing his best Mick Jagger, says he doesn’t plan to give the band’s records away; but Bodhi (named after either Patrick Swayze’s character in surf-action flick Point Break or the miscreants in Jack Kerouac’s The Dharma Bums) has wholeheartedly embraced Portland’s alternative venues—preferring to play house parties over scarcely attended bars. “We’re just all about trying to play for free,” says Ansley, sipping from a cup of red wine in the band’s Southeast backyard. “I don’t want to go fucking pay $8 to even see someone I really like. If someone’s never heard us, what’s the motivation when $8 is like three slices of pizza?” Take our word for it: “Nadine” is motivation enough.