Los Angeles quartet The Linda Lindas range in age from 16 to 21, but they’re already music-industry lifers. On their third album, the former prodigies expand their sound in thrilling ways, thanks in part to them sealing off the outside world and holding their first concentrated writing session as a group. Bela Salazar, Eloise Wong, and Lucia and Mila de la Garza brought unfinished ideas to the Palm Springs retreat that served as their writing camp, and the result is an album with wild stylistic shifts that still feels cohesive. GOTTA GET OUT opens with an undulating synth, marking the first time the band has delved into electronics and signaling the Linda Lindas’ new era. The foreboding New Wave vibes of “Gotta Get Out” match its lyrical anomie—“Every day like a broken record/Skip around and it’s still not getting better,” one verse goes, although the rest of the album sounds like a defiant shove against that kind of stasis. “Blood on Our Hands” drags the state of the world through mud, its drop-tuned guitars adding fire to Wong’s guttural snarling. “Everybody Told Me” refracts 21st-century youthful alienation through icy keyboards and refracted guitars, Salazar’s wall-eyed vocals adding to the drear. “High Horse” rides a groove into the sunset as the four Linda Lindas harangue a holier-than-thou type. And Hayley Williams drops by for the pulsing yet angst-ridden “Closer,” a torch-passing that doubles as a moment for listener catharsis—and excitement at what might come next.