Wavves: Wavvves

A noise punk who applies Surf Wax U.S.A. liberally
Although Wavves’ song titles read like they’re pulled from a Mad Libs with blanks like “Type of goth” and “Place where sand meets water,” each fuzzy punk blast is far from formulaic. Wavvves, one-man-band Nathan Wiliams’ follow-up to last year’s self-titled debut, shows in umpteen foot-stomping melodies a mastery in the art of exploiting the tiniest variations on the themes of a twentysomething’s loneliness and apathy. “Got no car, got no money,” he sings on standout “No Hope Kids.” “I got nothing, nothing, nothing, not at all.”
In the Wavves kingdom, the answer to dreary times is to hit the surf, hit the bong, hit the speaker cones with blunt objects. The final directive makes for melodies augmented with blistering squalls of feedback, perhaps best approximated by long groupings of letters that don’t spell anything. Uniform listlessness can be an uplifting experience, however, if set to the proper power-chord progressions. “To the Dregs” turns out to be a hip-shaker, and “So Bored” is downright chipper, with the album’s sunniest harmonies and a mini-solo closing it out.