Nathan Williams isnt trying to convince anyone that Wavves is revolutionary. He isnt trying to spearhead a new musical movement or define a new aesthetic. Williams maps out his intentions best with the resigned, drawn out chorus and murky surf punk of So Bored. He needed something to do, and he had a guitar. Its telling that the lyrical thrust of much of Wavves material focuses so exclusively on the affliction which serves as its provenance, as if Williams ennui and ingenuity comprise an exclusive symbiotic relationship, and Williams doesnt mind wallowing in it a bit. Williams isnt the first kid to thrash together a few chords in order to keep ennui at bay, nor is he the first to drench the results in noise and clatter. Where Wavves shines is in its ability to assimilate the various parts of its musical personalitywithout sounding like X reinterpreted as Y. This is not pop music re-imagined as lo-fi noise; even though Wavves is noisy, it comes complete with a finely calibrated pop sheen.