This Detroit outfit’s greasy, hi-octane surf rock has been hiding out in your garage, chugging lukewarm Schlitz and installing a souped-up engine in your rusted-out ’66 Mustang. What else is it gonna do? Its girlfriend split town, its Harley got repossessed and it got laid off by its asshole boss. The Hentchmen bring the authority of Rev. Horton Heat, plenty of Stones swagger and an acid-drenched Pixies fury to FormFollowsFunction, an album that storms into a Frisco warehouse party (circa the date that Ford rolled off the assembly line), reckless and ready to rumble.