Missoula, Montana's Minot blended pawn shop guitar tones with warm couch beers on And You're Not.

The album creeks open to the grimy single coils and reverberated vocals of guitarist Flora Holland with "Puffy," "Russian Girl" follows, with quick punk riffs and four-to-floor drums by Noah MacKinnon, handing the lead vocals to guitarist Alex Molica. "Christmas In Helena" fires on the cleanest amp channels thus-far and some terrific rimshotting, "Yahtzee" contrasts the barebones of its predecessor, with a huge punk/surf build a-la B-52s, complete with infectious, chanting, choruses from Holland, think Illuminati Hotties.

Minot is a charmingly controlled chaos, teetering between the complete absence of bass guitar, and the seamless swapping of vocal duties between the trio. "Hot House" layers dirty cleans and galloping drums with fashionably late jabs from Holland and Molica. "Headless Horseman" opens to a soundscape of trotting hooves, followed by a three-and-a-half minute build of droning delivery, and is a really great moment of the record. "Maude" takes the lo-fi to even farther intimacies with snarling delivery from Molica over a single signal of thin guitar before devolving into the band's signature sound. "Christa" buttons the session shut nicely with steady kicks as Holland takes the listener on a journey of greyscale and dirt.

Minot is down-the-throat lo-fi with no shame or regrets, with And You're Not as the shrink-wrapped package for all to enjoy. These sonic dispositions are usually reserved for crust/crap/folk/whatever, but not Minot. Minot is the narrow insight into a punk rock band that could not give a fuck how it is received, in a fresh, Dead Milkmen way. It is a unique and fun listen and has left a particular residue on a side of my brain for future listens.