On their 2009 debut, these Southern girls cooked up catchy cowpunk tunes about drunken misbehavior. Having roped in a male band member, they stumble toward shitfaced garage punk on their second album. The road leaves them wasted and bummed, money slips away, they go insane on a plane and opt for food over sex. “Be Your Bro” battles a buddy’s lustful urges; “Mystic Mind” rattles its acid-washed chains like the 13th Floor Elevators; “Boy” tallies groupie dudes at assorted tour stops á la guy bands ever since time began. Everybody takes turns singing lead. And beneath all the rudimentary clank and buzz, there’s plenty of rockabilly quiver, drawl and twang.