Jarring, melodic post-punk that does us the service of explaining its weird appeal in the first lyrics of the record: “Simple, simple repetition is turning on you / Listless inspiration is turning on you.” The insistent riffs and distorted mantras could drive each hook into any skull, but once they’re in there they’ll feel like a strange, uninvited guest. Ambiguous praise, to be sure, but that seems fitting. –Indiana Laub (Self-released)