Atlanta punks Carnivores revel in that kind of lo-fi rumbling that seems so ever-present now, but they bring a vinyl-collector's knowledge and fervor to it. The band has an awareness of and respect for all manner of lost treasures. Led by keyboardist Caitlin Lang, "Salts to Mines" sounds like a long-forgotten girl group tune; "Parent's Attic," meanwhile, sounds like the kind of spirited rave-up that you might've heard left of the dial in the late '80s. Their songs have a tunefulness and an innate sense of pop songwriting that helps to buoy the layer of beat-up-cassette fuzz that envelopes their recordings. A band like Carnivores would've been a gem to find in a discount bin, but we needn't bother going to such lengths anymore.

[Bob's Java Jive, with Hotter Than a Crotch, time and cover TBA, 2102 South Tacoma Way, Tacoma, 253.475.9843]