Indie arena rock? Well, why not? The five tunes on these locals’ debut EP swell to stadium size, yet could conceivably speak to an entire generation of post-emo, post-radio, post-everything millennials ready to demolish the old barriers keeping guitar/keyboard rock stagnant. These tunes sound like they were weaned on the energy and suburban ennui of pop-punk and then fed into the industry-less free-fall of 21st Century America. They therefore utilize big, showy, classic rock moves in order to better dredge up the loathing—mostly romantic, of course—not exactly well-hidden in conversational lyrics like “I hope this message reaches you well and leaves you crippled / I hope it kills you / I hope you choke on it.” It’s finally okay to feel good about the future of local pop-rock nrrrddom.