Spray Paint

Spray Paint

Want your dome rattled? The hood rats in Spray Paint have you covered. Third album Clean Blood, Regular Acid opens with the same sort of odd-tuned guitar discordance ("Wet Beer") that ricocheted endlessly from their two bookending 2013 LPs. This iteration, the first on co-frontman Cory Plump's day job – Austin's Monofonus Press – doesn't settle into any single sort of shakeup, ripping 11 songs that register under three minutes (including five that fail to break two), and an eight-minute closer ("Cory's Theme") that defy easy post-punk categorization while firmly resembling his, George Dishner, and Chris Stephenson's noise behemoth When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth. "Nice Hustle," fellas. Highlights herein entail the high-low back-and-forth of "Threesomes Can Wait," the balderdash four-on-the-floor schizophrenia that shakes up "Everyone Bleach Their Hair," and "Texas Talking Powder," the closest Spray Paint will ever get to "Rock & Roll, Pt. 2."