Putting a fever dream into record form, the frenzied, garage-punk self-titled debut from Nameless Frames burns. “Exploitation” grapples with an unnamed enemy, echoed by both “Control” and “Garbage Can,” which employ paranoia and dark, fantastical imagery to explore a post-civilized society. “Too Late to Lose” sounds a lot like the way Austin feels right now, skewering yuppie transplants plaguing a slew of “cool” cities across the United States. “Is it too late to lose my mind?!” asks Justin Main repeatedly, shouting, his voice that of a man who’s about to lose it, a frustrated, frantic energy he delivers on every track.

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This article appears in May 13 • 2016.

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