An album that begins with the line “You don’t have to pray for beautiful skin when you live in a black coffin” is making it known that the folks behind it aren’t taking themselves particularly seriously. Like its fellow San Francisco comrades Girls, this mixed-gender garage band revives vintage pop ‘n’ roll with minimal polish but substantial melodies and a shot of bittersweet beauty. The Jesus & Mary Chain influence is undeniable, but so is the musicianship that bursts out from the rubble. Check how the title track’s ringing guitar hook suggests heartbreak: The garbled tape it’s recorded on seems one tiny tug away from snapping.