Should the scholars among you suspect that San Diego delinquents Some Girls swiped their moniker from the 1978 Stones LP or that Juliana Hatfield side project, don't look to their music for clues. This fearsome fivesome fling pummeling chords and shriek like a dude being disemboweled with a rusty knife that was plucked from a deep fryer. Ex-American Nightmare Wes Eisold fronts this screamo supergroup, currently featuring some former members of the Locust, the Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower, and Unbroken.

The first two tunes on the band's third full-length, Heaven's Pregnant Teens (Epitaph), are minute-long Molotovs straight outta '83. Songs mostly offer pin-prickly licks lashing straight into 0-to-80-mph riff 'n' screech, with a churn channeled from hometown art-punk foreuncles, Rocket from the Crypt. Of course, ubiquitous time-signature shifts abound, but never enough to muddle the attack.

By "Religion II," Some Girls sound like a band so sick of everything, even themselves, that they're running out of ideas—and maybe they were, as it's a Public Image Ltd. cover, which nonetheless shows some brains in the brutality. "Deathface" finishes things off with nine marauding minutes of one beat, flailing guitars, and numerous confused shouts, making the listener feel like a firefighter crashing his way through a burning rock club. Featuring Some Girls' tightest production and songwriting yet, Teens brings to mind the phrase "No kidding around."