The Thermals' More Parts Per Million feels almost exactly like that. It's the first album Portlanders Hutch Harris, Kathy Foster, Ben Barnett and Jordan Hudson have made together (though each has played in various indie groups you'll just have to consult the All Music Guide to track down), and this seems to be a fact of which they're very proud: Barnett sprays his fuzzed-out guitar jangle all over the place, Hudson's cymbals ramble like bossy umlauts, Harris yowls with the microphone in his back pocket and Foster--well, I'm surprised to find there's a bass player in this band.
But already they've got that thing that shoots out of basements on sizzling summer nights--that electricity of purpose, of culture-is-fucked-and-I've-got-a-song-to-prove-it, that blows their frenetic lo-fi bash-and-pop up to a size you'd have to be a real jerk not to recognize as your own. "Go fast, go slow, go sly, go low/Where the hell you wanna be?" Harris sings. Right here, in this lane, all the way to Labor Day.