Local H, ’12 Angry Months’ (Shout! Factory)
A dozen years and one drummer removed from their copacetic Nirvanabe nugget “Bound for the Floor,” Scott Lucas’ Illinois-bred bubble-grunge duo are still loudest and prettiest when hitching their power chords to power pop. This time, though, there’s a concept: One title per month, all revolving around an ugly breakup. The song cycle kicks off all spaghetti Zepstern and winds down to eight grandiose minutes under the Milky Way. You start out rooting for Lucas when his ex keeps his Pretenders album. But the more mean-spirited he gets, the more his melodies fail him.