If you made it past this band’s dreadful name and are still reading, then good for you. You don’t judge the proverbial book by its cover — or by its title, anyway. And it’s a good thing that you don’t. Because, while I Believe in Hotpants sounds like the name of a cock-rock band made up of strip-club bouncers or some such, it’s actually the moniker of a pretty strong and dynamic local outfit (and they really seem more harmlessly nerdy than intentionally lascivious, if the bass player’s Battlestar Galactica T-shirt is any indication). On their brand-new The Crowning EP, Hotpants bounce around from the sort of big, catchy power-pop melodies that all the ’90s’ “Super” bands made in their heyday (-chunk, -grass and fellow Nashvillians -drag, particularly) to mathy interludes and dissonant, punky breakdowns. Generally, the EP goes down like an indie- and alt-rocking blast from about 15 years ago — some sort of combination of Built To Spill and Toadies, with the proficiency you’d expect from a power trio of jovial rock nerds. Fellow local rockers Calicocat, Scale Model and Anchor Thieves — all of them Scene-approved — will also play.