Weirdo Shrine is a concept album tied to Charles Burns’ gory literalization of teenage freakitude, with all the high highs and low lows (and weird weirdnesses) that would indicate—see closer “True Love Knows” for all that happening at once. This is fearlessly strange stuff, and all the better for it.
La Luz take surf guitar and the slow, sad Shangri-Las songs and transport them through that specific and potent kind of UK post-punk that sounded so alien (and alienated) as the '70s turned into the '80s. This is more outer-space guitar than underwater guitar—all distance and dissonance—and the punk part is less the pedal-down energy (though they’ve got plenty of energy, as you know if you’ve seen them live) than the same spirit of total reinvention that lit up hundreds of glorious outsider DIY 45s. Their recent