Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Christopher Owens, lead singer for Girls, has a lot of problems with, um, girls. “They don’t like my bony body / they don’t like my dirty hair / or the stuff that I say / or the stuff that I’m on,” he sings on “Honey Bunny,” which opens “Father, Son, Holy Ghost,” the group’s second album. Owens and partner Chet White broaden their scope — especially sonically — from their much-praised 2009 debut, “Album,” but they never fail to return to the pains of love. And listening to their anguish proves a sumptuous experience, one that comes close to justifying the group’s critical hosannas.
Much has been made of Girls’ musical evocation of the Beach Boys, but this thoroughly listenable record leaps off from a host of recent scintillating guitar-pop touchstones: “My Ma” and “Alex” evoke Blake Sennett’s side project the Elected (give “Me First” a spin), while “Saying I Love You” and “Magic” shimmer and whoosh like Teenage Fanclub.