A pedestrian outing with the Walkmen

The Walkmen are another in the seemingly endless parade of noisy young bands from the Big Apple, sharing characteristics with such higher-profile acts as the Strokes, the Rapture and Interpol. In concert, those groups make a distinct impression, but one that fades quickly.

The Walkmen, too, brought notable intensity to their packed Saturday show at the Henry Fonda Theatre, but the band failed to leave much of an impression, even in the moment.

The black-clad quintet, whose members grew up together in Washington, D.C., features three ex-members of the over-hyped indie-to-major-label ‘90s band Jonathan Fire Eater: drummer Matt Barrick, keyboardist Walter Martin and guitarist Paul Maroon. The Walkmen, with singer-guitarist Hamilton Leithauser and bassist Peter Bauer, are more appealing, but that isn’t saying much.

Drawn mostly from the group’s second album, “Bows and Arrows,” the set offered interesting contrasts: floaty yet bludgeoning, psychedelic yet punk, folky yet thunderous. Highlights included the sinister, fragmented “The Rat” and the snarky “What’s In It for Me,” but attempts at Dylan-esque obfuscatory poetry and U2-style dramatic sweep fell short.

The hourlong performance did raise the question: Will Barrick ever find a band worthy of his talent? The drummer was by far the most memorable element, as his fierce, deceptively primitive pounding gave the music urgency and inventiveness. He proved unflappable when, early on, his cymbal tipped over. He ended up fixing it himself when the tune ended.

Otherwise, the Walkmen passed through inconspicuously, another undeniably enthusiastic act whose reach nevertheless exceeded its grasp.