their forthcoming sophomore effort, Blood and Venom, but it certainly seems to dwell in the same sloppy, lo-fi terrain. And when Atlanta’s The Coathangers breezed through last summer, this was my appraisal of their latest: “With the When redhead brother-sister duo White Mystery came through back in 2010, I had this to say about them: “White Mystery’s eponymous debut occasionally sports the psychedelic drone of The Black Angels, occasionally boasts the noodly dynamics of Screaming Females or any number of pre-2008 Jack White endeavors, and frequently recalls the dirty garage-rock thump of locals The Ettes — only a bit looser and a lot more haphazard. … The fact of the matter is, White Mystery clearly culls influence from all over the map, but the concoction they’ve come up with is boisterous, imprecise, manic and fun.” I’ve managed to track down only a small taste of release of June’s Larceny and Old Lace, The Coathangers have taken a step in a surprisingly impressive direction. While they’re still very much students of The Slits’ sloppy but outstanding punk rock, they’ve grown leaps and bounds as performers and as songwriters, penning fleshed-out rock tunes that are dark and sneering.” Ah, repurposing old Critics’ Picks. Lazy? Perhaps. But … um … OK, I have no excuse. It’s just lazy. Want some fresh content? Here: These bands are cool. Happy?