An Instagram algorithm served up the first image I ever saw of Chaparelle. This was months before the group’s debut album, Western Pleasure, dropped on the same day the Wimberley-based band played a sold-out show at Scoot Inn, on Austin’s East Side. In the black and white photo, Jesse Woods stood in profile, with the jawline of a marquee idol and a cigarette between his fingers. He wore a dark suit, dark boots, and a flat-brimmed cowboy hat that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a spaghetti western. Behind him in the frame, Zella Day emerged from the window of a vintage pickup parked on the side of a road, a fallow field and a faraway tree line beyond. In a long-sleeved crop top, she tipped…