This Southern California foursome’s longplaying debut has certain commendable points, specifically Dan Matovina’s dense, offbeat production and guitarist Clint Wade’s strange, meandering songs (“The Grey Receiver,” “Mysterious Clints”). On the downside, fellow tunesmith/guitarist Clint Ambuter’s earnest, soul-searching efforts are lyrically less interesting, and some of the arrangements have a dated new-wavy quality. While the Clints, to their credit, sound like no other band, this album is less than awe-inspiring.