Now, after a spell in the shoegazer outfit Antarctica, Christie Front Drive's leader Eric Richter is back with a trio called the 101. But don't think his hipster home base of Brooklyn is rubbing off on him; although this four-song disc is pretty stripped down, it's a far cry from dance punk or garage rock. Instead, Richter seems to be pulling straight from his roots -- most notably Superchunk and Hüsker Dü -- to forge a sturdy, streamlined and catchy-as-fuck style. His vocals and guitar work, as always, border on cavernously anthemic, but here the melodies blur by with a nervous velocity that doesn't sit still long enough to stew in either emotion or nostalgia. Thankfully, the 101 wouldn't have fit anywhere in Greenwald's book, seeing as how it's neither punk, teenage or emo -- not to mention the fact it sure as hell feels good.