This raw L.A. trio's first song starts like Gang of Four's "To Hell With Poverty" but with the ladies from the B-52's yelping over it; then it goes into sputtering Kleenex territory. Maybe some Pylon too.
Favorite track: Chantelle.
This album feels eternal, simultaneously feeling like it belongs anywhere and everywhere between the late '70s and today, effortlessly jumping between Devo-esque new wave and '90s indie rock with perfect results. Every single track whips ass. 10/10 AOTY. Conor