Breakneck, intricate, and achingly passionate, Misadventures is opera-like skate punk. The four-year break since Collide With the Sky seems to have only made the band more ambitious, giving rise to multi-part song-suites that balance delicate rhythmic turns with hardcore breakdowns, and prettiness with breathless aggression. Most striking, in a way, is when the band settles into a lower gear, like on the uplifting “Bedless” or bittersweet “Floral & Fading,” where vocalist Victor Fuentes tones down his scream to confess, “Together we can fake our own death here / Just wanna be alone and watch as you all just disappear.”