Underground supergroup’s third delivers crunchy, sardonic post-punk.

Though their previous albums passed somewhat beneath the radar, The Martha’s Vineyard Ferries have impressive pedigree – bassist Bob Weston has anchored Shellac for decades, drummer Chris Brokaw is an alumnus of Come and Codeine and occasional Thurston Moore sideman, and guitarist/singer Elisha Wiesner fronted obscure Massachusetts marvels Kahoots. Seven years in the making, this third full-lengther is a punchy half-hour or so of feedbackgarlanded post-punk, where bruised early-R.E.M. tunefulness is swallowed by no-nonsense Mission Of Burma-style dynamics (Not Jail Material). But beneath the gnarly mêlée charming pop lurks, like the haunted YLT-meets-GBV glide of The Daily Biscuit, or the charming middle-aged melodic hardcore of Chalk It Up To Island Time. The brooding post-rock of Laos, meanwhile, speaks to the economy and depth of these veteran noisers, packing a high standard of din into so slender a package.