Grade: B-
On its sophomore release “You’re Gonna Miss It All,” Modern Baseball coherently fuses melodies reminiscent of ’90s emocore with the frenetic anxiety of modern pop-punk. Some songs take off slowly with angular precision and bizarre math rock time signatures à la American Football, then explode into bouts of raw three-chord riffs and blistering screams. Others ignore predictable patterns entirely and erupt and decline almost at random. The lyrics are clever, yet juvenile; Brendan Lukens is 21 years old, and he’s fed up with everything in the most glorious way possible. This is the album’s crowning achievement and also its greatest flaw. Lukens’ biting poeticism is soaked in frustration and alcohol, but lacks the emotional depth that older audiences would likely appreciate. This is a great album if you’re twenty-something, but it’ll probably lose its luster over time.