Cloud Nothings: "No Future/No Past"

Back in January, Cleveland's Dylan Baldi put out a debut disc of bright and cute lo-fi pop-punk. On this first taste of his second LP, he fronts a full band, gets in a studio with aural verite production grandee Steve Albini and starts thinking dark and alluringly ugly. Baldi draws out his vowels like Thom Yorke and yowls like Kurt Cobain, purging what sounds like a pretty scary case of the post-breakup blues over brutally molten guitar ooze. "Give up / We're through," he bellows. Whoever he's through with might want to call in a restraining order, just for good measure.

Listen To "No Future, No Past":