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.