FRANCIS OF DELIRIUM Lighthouse (Dalliance) — Primarily a creative outlet for Luxembourg native Jana Bahrich, Francis of Delirium has spent the past few years putting out a string of attention getting EPs infused with a burnished pre-grunge alternative rock sound. For their debut full-length, Lighthouse, they’ve maintained the soul of their sound while getting more intricate and intimate. The dreamy “Real Love” (“I say all the words I should’ve said/ I’m leaning my head into your chest”) and fiercely pretty and romantic “Want You” are fine examples of the widening range. In general, the album impresses with the assurance of its songs. That “Something’s Changed” has something of the National’s melancholy craft and casual massiveness to it speaks to how strong Bahrich and her cohorts are at conceptualizing the material. “Blue Tuesday” is a propulsive indie pop number rattled by crashing guitars and drums, and “Alone Tonight” sidles rich, gently twangy guitar washes press up against tender vocals. “Cliffs” gives a glance back at earlier Francis of Delirium tunes — it’s as if the Pixies if they were reluctant to stray from the quiet part of their loud-quiet-loud equation — while still impressively peering forward at the goals to get ever bigger and better. Bahrich is still in her early twenties, so Francis of Delirium is just getting started. And it’s an impressive beginning indeed. Shine your beam on the following cuts: “Ballet Dancers (Never Love Again),” “First Touch,” “Who You Are,” and the grand “Give It Back to Me.”

ROSALI Bite Down (Merge) — Rosali started making her name as a musician in Philadelphia before heading south to settle in a rustic area among the rolling hills of North Carolina. Fittingly, the songs on her new album, Bite Down, exhibit an urban toughness and a country carefree quality. Album opener “On Tonight” is built on a tight, rollicking riff and a rambling sentiment (“I spoke words with you/ Fixated on your snake eyes/ I got nothin’ to do/ Would you spend the night?”). It feels like the product of someone who hasn’t yet figured out how to slow down their pace to suit the front-porch crooning that the clean air and views undisturbed by neighbors call for. There’s also a gentle country lilt to “Hills on Fire,” at least until it starts to curl like singed paper in its back half. Rosali is just as likely to play with other familiar forms: “My Kind” is a joyfully messy classic rock number, like Little Feat invited Fleetwood mac over and they together threw their own Last Waltz, and “Change Is in the Form” has richly sinuous guitar parts that enhance the song’s slinky blues. The album closes with the quietly epic “May It Be on Offer,” yet another demonstration of how Rosali can take seemingly simply songwriting and keep shaping and reshaping until she has something absolutely mighty. Chew on these: the title cut, “Rewind,” “Hopeless,” and “Is It Too Late.”

VIAL burnout (Get Better) — It would take a dedicated hunter in the record store to find a more efficient blast of fine, well-earned feminist rage than burnout, the sophomore album from Minneapolis band VIAL. The tart trio fire off ten tracks in a blistering nineteen minutes and change, and every second quivers with riotous inspiration. Vial is arguably most content when they’re noisy and agitated, as evidenced by the boisterous blast of pop-punk of “falling short” and the sprightly Kathleen Hannah sass on the satirically lusty “ur dad.” The most pleasing aspect of burnout is the way the group maintains that spirit while they follow all manner of luminously loopy creative instincts. “bottle blonde” is a bubble gum lament that echoes the sprightly wonders dispensed by All Girl Summer Fun Band, and “chronic illness flareups” starts with cheerleader chants at start and then rushes into a rock song evidently inspired by a haunted calliope set to its highest speed. The whole album is an exercise in VIAL making the most of every idea they have, as is the case with the total picture provided by the cheeky, biting combo of the skit-like “therapy pt. iii” and the escalating urgency of “just fine.” In addition to those already mentioned, keep it fresh with these tracks: “two-faced,” “friendship bracelet,” and “apathy.”