On the third album by the Detroit band cherished by peers like The New Pornographers and Wilco, leader Matthew Smith finds his sweet spot between the melodicism of his girl-group and bubblegum inspirations and his equally ardent love of noise. For every song as pretty as the harmony-laden “Genevieve,” there’s one as gnarly as “The Hypnotic Eye,” a fuzzy burst of chaos. A song that equips an equally furious racket with a crackerjack chorus, “Nope” sees Smith split the difference with even more thrilling results.