These Austin multihyphenates can’t — or won’t — decide what kind of music they want to play, which would be a huge problem if they weren’t so damn capable. They show off prog chops and execute time-signature jumping jacks (“Anvil Everything”), explore the uncharted intersection of boogie-woogie and Radiohead’s most outré moments (“Burnished”), then downshift into a sweet, simple ballad (“Street Joy”). Expect whiplash of the most intriguing, enjoyable kind, like your iPod jumping to a new album every other track.
