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Architects, ‘Vice’ (Anodyne)

These meat-and-potatoes Missourians spend their third album returning to the scene of the crime: murders on the Jersey Shore, outlaws in Oklahoma, Salinas jailbirds’ daughters on the lam, MILFs seducing future MFAs in Orange County. They wear black and carry guns like Dad did, but so do the crooked cops. Their riffs aim for Angus Young as their shouting shoots for BTO and the Clash and Hüsker Dü. And if the vocals are mixed too low to keep the choruses consistently rousing, energy and emotion buoy the barrage regardless.