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Le Triggers are not indie-rock, per se. They’re not necessarily punk, either. Le Triggers do not play funk music. OK, so they do get their proverbial groove on a little more than you might expect from some white boys in thrift-store threads. They may also like to drink PBR instead of that fancy Heineken you seem to enjoy so much. Le Triggers bob and weave through rock subgenres like Mariah Carey’s hair at the Grammys. Smart, cool and aggressive-yet-sensitive, Le Triggers walk the tightrope of witty irreverence while doing back-flips without a safety net. In their own words, “The Triggers are revelation/ Pacemaker in the heart of a nation.”

Somewhere between Iggy Pop and Sam Prekop lies Bryce Burasinski (say it fast and it sounds like Bruce Springstein). Burasinski motivates the listener’s feet with tongue-in-cheek falsetto lyricism. Drummer Ryan Teachout and bassist Mike Boyd rock your lame ass with energy and style. Aidan Dysart chimes in with synthesizer noise, adding the necessary alien ingredient to Le Triggers’ blend of post-boredom rock. Together, Le Triggers’ components mix fluidly and take only one listen to happily digest.

“Mid ’70s Honking” kicks off the album with an untamed fit of Stooges-esque craziness. “Hurt Inside” further pinpoints Le Triggers’ discontent with lyrics such as “Punk rock is full of ROTCees / Funk music’s full of Nazis/Indie-rock pooped in its own shoes/Hey baby, what we gonna do?” “Audi 5000,” the most poppy, radio-friendly song on Beached on the shore of uncertainty … is filled with hooks from handclaps to a Wurlitzer organ. Subsequent tracks slow down and display a more refined side of the band’s talent.

For now, Beached … can only be found at select stores such as Wazoo and Encore in Ann Arbor. So fill up your tank and trick Borders into validating your parking. This album is not to be missed.