When you kick off your record with a line like, “The lesbians were vampires / so we fired away” — as Quichenight singer, songster and auteur Brett Rosenberg does on the band’s self-released, self-titled debut — you’re sure as hell not pussyfootin’ around your intended audience of sad bastards and snarky ne’er-do-wells. Here’s another bon mot: “Bartender’s readin’ The Da Vinci Code / Orderin’ waters, man, I feel like a chode,” from the aptly titled, bouncy pop ditty “615.” Littered with cheerfully cutting references to Five Points, “blues gigs at titty bars” and the like, Rosenberg & Co.’s East Nashville-themed, loose, lo-fi lifestyle-rock jumps back and forth from dreamy (“L.A. Time”), to bluesy (“Michelle’s Motel”) to brash (“Crappel Tunnel”), and everywhere in between without ever letting a knack for whistle-worthy pop melodies take a backseat. Delivered with a bell-clear croon that almost merits an Elliot Smith comparison, and laconic by-pants-seat execution that completely merits Rosenberg’s self-proclaimed Robert Pollard comparison — the longest of 15 tracks clocks in just over three minutes, the shortest just under one — there’s no doubt Quichenight’s rock is coming from a real place. Rock City Birdhouse and A Country Gentleman open.