Since 2013, San Diego three-piece the Frights have released lo-fi recordings of their '50s rockabilly surf-punk, aptly self-described as "dirty doo-wop." Their go-to combination of catchy, wailing guitar riffs over echoey, fuzzed vocals with silly meta-melodramatic lyrics is an instant dose of youthful excitement. Their debut self-titled LP and the two EPs that followed, Tongues/Puppy Knuckles and DeathFrights Split, are lyrically equal parts a celebration and satire of Buddy Holly-era rock 'n' roll love songs. The end product is a slew of lively, fun breaths of nostalgia. Last year the band joined FIDLAR frontman Zac Carper in the studio to produce their 2016 sophomore LP, You Are Going to Hate This, on Dangerbird Records. I wanted the name to be another joke, but it's not. I do hate this. It'd be understandable if they'd wanted to go in a different artistic direction, since their previous releases have fallen within a hyper-niche genre, or if they'd wanted to remaster for crystal-clear production or add some voiceovers. But like FIDLAR's Too, the Frights' new album feels needlessly overproduced—half of the songs are re-recorded versions of older songs that should have been left alone. Luckily for concertgoers, it doesn't seem like their production tweaks will translate live. CAMERON CROWELL