LAKE LAKE– like 3 geriatric noise junkies listening to STEELY DAN at a swingers’ getaway. Most of them have better things to do, one of them should die, but they promise to coat you in saliva and free toys. Start record– the kick drum moves to the silent rotation of the Earth, the bass clouds storm in, the electricity breaks the pace and sky, and you realize guitar rock might have a few more tricks up its sleeve. If you happen to enjoy it, it’s a joyous by-product, and they thank you for your time. Amen.