Racy

"Hey, little one/I'm going to find you," singer-guitarist Noel Heroux promises in "Hey," pressing through a wall of black fuzz and spires of harmonic distortion in a yearning, boyish voice, like a less-nasal Billy Corgan. That intimate desperation, scored with the manicured-guitar heft of Smashing Pumpkins and the chrome-keyboard gleam of the Cars, runs through Racy – the second LP by Heroux's Brooklyn band and a fine new-model blast of classic, alternative rock. There is little emotional resolution in Heroux's songs, but the disruptive grandeur in "Keys" and "Last, First" – crisp, electronic sequencing scarred with scouring power chords and soprano-drone guitar – is pitch-perfect.