Hailing from Mexico City, Mexico, Los Headaches makes crisp and catchy garage pop that nominally vacillates between the notions of love and lust - with regards to girls. Sometimes these feelings are expressed with a kind of blushing, bashful naivete; other times - as in "Never Again," which finds Los Headaches wishing they could find a girl to please them, so they'd never again have to please themselves - these feelings approach the pure state of the undeniably sophomoric, yet admirably honest. The dizzying sour grapes and twisting guitars of "I Surely Don't Care About You" rather handily sums up both Los Headaches' talent for driving melodies and the band's ability to sum up all of those childish hurt feelings we can get at any age - with regards to girls. 

[The New Frontier Lounge, with Rose Windows, the Variety Hour, 9 p.m., cover TBA, 301 E. 25^th St., Tacoma, 253.572.4020]