Lost Time

Tacocat know that fun is much more effective than anger, a credo that the Seattle feminist punks stick to on their third album. Their garage rock sound has mellowed a little, but their lyrics are still spunky as ever, railing about periods, the tech bros who ruin their city, bad boyfriends and mansplainers, and singing the praises of X Files lead Dana Scully, horses, night swimming, and on “Leisure Bees,” six dollar wine and wearing pyjamas “'til the end of time.” It's hard to argue with their stump speech.