One of those bands that seems like it could be a side character’s alt-rock band in a ’90s movie set in Los Angeles. Like when you get a brief expository scene at a grimy practice space and a bunch of greasy guys are lounging around wearing leather jackets? This CD feels like it was made to be slipped into the hand of every skeptical no-nonsense booking manager at every rocker bar on the Sunset Strip, and then maybe he calls back and gives them the unexpected last-second opportunity for the show of a lifetime or whatever. I don’t mean that as an insult; that literally feels like the niche this band is going for. Just that clean and palatably edgy style of pop rock’n’roll. Doesn’t really feel like anything to me, but it’s fine, I guess? –Indiana Laub (Self-released, turningvioletband.com)