No one proves that songs can be about anything quite like Camper Van Beethoven. Over a lo-fi indie rock drone and country fiddle, they sing of licked knees (“Take the Skinheads Bowling”) and dogs riding hot air balloons (“The Day That Lassie Went to the Moon”) as if a surf-dude Edward Lear fronted The Velvet Underground. And while there are mature moments, such as “All Her Favorite Fruit” or the power-popping “Shut Us Down”, it's the shrewdly dumb youth anthems like 1985's “Wasted” and the country-rocking “Where The Hell Is Bill?” that precede ‘90s slacker culture by, like, years.