There’s a song on Twin Peaks’ new record, Lookout Low, that’s essentially about finding a love that gets you higher than puffing a joint does. This notion of love being akin to or even better than drugs isn’t a new one for musicians (in Kesha and The Weeknd’s case, the love was the drug), or for science writers who compare your brain on love to your brain on crack. But it is a notable shift for Twin Peaks, the affable and hard-partying Chicago quintet whose chummy garage rock has never suffered for lack of youthful, beer-soaked charm. Interestingly enough, Lookout Low sounds like a comedown from all that; how it will manifest in the band’s rollicking live shows is an intriguing question.