The band name “Credit” is functionally impossible to Google, but when you make music like this, maybe it’s supposed to take some work to find. Credit are from Baltimore, and they’ve got a skronky, experimental indie rock style that doesn’t go out of its way to appeal to anyone. Sometimes, Credit go on misty keyboard-noodle excursions. Sometimes, they lock into an angry, ugly post-punk groove, and their vocalist, who is billed as “The Keyboard Player,” barks like peak-enraged Guy Picciotto. Credit might even do both of those things in the space of a single song. That’s what they do on their new one, anyway.
