Choachi’s debut album No Sleep Here, Just Noise announces the arrival of a fully-formed powerhouse of a band. After honing their skills with an album’s worth of stellar singles, NSHJN leaps forward with a completely new batch of quick-hitting gems. Each song is melodically extravagant and dynamically fascinating, and the album as a whole is a relentless onslaught of awesome.

The band’s music fits easily into the recent resurgence of psych-influenced indie rock. Fans of early Tame Impala, Post Animal, and King Gizz’s harder-hitting catalog will find a lot to like. But the emphasis on groove and a consistently sturdy backbeat distinguishes Choachi from their contemporaries.

While stylized and consistent across each of the twelve songs, each song has its own identity. The hard hitting chorus of “MTO” makes me feel like a boxer working at a speedbag ( it also makes me feel like the speedbag). “Fifth Shot” steps into its funky math-rock with a jittery swagger. “Here” slows things down a little bit, turning the lyrical focus from the ethereal to the concrete. The MGMT-esque “Bastard” is playfully anthemic. Synth-drenched bop “Shaking in My Sleep” conjures Jagwar Ma – who, similar to Choachi, share a melodic debt to the Beach Boys. And then there’s “Molotov,” which operates with doo-wop restraint. Despite these differences of approach, No Sleep Here, Just Noise proves Choachi can find the pocket and ride it regardless of how they get there.

The album sounds awesome – like they’re literally trying to blow your mind out of your ears. Overdriven guitars are drenched in chorus and hard-panned, with dueling solos and clever call-and-response action. The work on bass and keys is phenomenal, and the drumming finds ways to add flourishes while never sacrificing the momentum. The loud mix, with each element blasted and compressed, helps it sounds like it’s blowing your speakers whatever the volume. This effect magnifies the intensity of the songs and achieves an urgency most rock records only light upon.

Despite how intentional it sounds, this is also obviously a work that foregrounds authentic performances. Lip licks are often audible between vocal lines, and you can hear the room around each instrument. Choachi sound less like a band performing their songs than a band holding on tight and getting taken for a ride. Thankfully, every player has the chops to keep up. Nothing this sophisticated happens on accident: this is methodical work by a group with a clear vision and immense talent. More please.