The debut album by Creeper scales all the joyful, maddening vicissitudes of youth. One minute they’re hurtling along at 100 miles per hour, as on “Poison Pens” and “Black Rain”, the next, they’re plying tender country laments over cheating exes (“Crickets”), and glamorous piano ballads about the necessity of survival (“I Choose To Live”). They touch on every nuance in between, too: “Suzanne” is operatic, “Down Below” triumphant, and “Hiding With Boys” is a perfectly puppyish pop-punk devotional.