On songs such as "In the City (Contact High)" and "Controlled Karaoke," the bright-eyed harmonies of Atlas and Presley bait you with nagging, sing-along choruses that get lodged in your skull for days on end, while "Highway Memorial Shrine" and "Losing My Accent" smother you in fuzz and chaos with a scrappy, twin-guitar assault of chiming hooks and jangly lo-fi, as well as Hilton's trash-can rumble.
As Atlas sees it, his band's fortunes can be chalked up to simply "tunneling through the fog" as each of its "little goals" are accomplished.
"I have no agenda with this band, but I do have goals, and I just see them as they become possible," he explained. "I feel like we have to have a healthy relationship with it because it can just end quickly. It's so rewarding, but yet it's a rock 'n' roll band it's a project with three people. You can't stake a life on it."