COOTIE CATCHER Something We All Got (Carpark) —The second full-length from the Toronto quartet cootie catcher shows that sprucing up the indiest of indie rock sounds doesn’t automatically result in an overabundance of slickness. After previously sticking with recording spaces that were more ad hoc, cootie catcher booked real studio time for Something We All Got. The band manages the nifty trick of leveling up without losing their scruffy charm. It’s maybe telling that “Loiter for the love of it” comes across like a product of Yo La Tengo had they been raised on the classic Saddle Creek catalog. “Straight drop” conjures up the spirits of jangle rock past, and “Puzzle pop” suggests Moldy Peaches after a conversion to an especially baroque brand of lo-fi funk. The band seems energized overall. Track after track has the shiny, shimmery brightness of a popping soap bubble. There’s the wild and joyfully overstuffed “Quarter note rock” and the compellingly insistent “Stick figure” (“Don’t forget me this winter/ Don’t repeat the week you went away”). No matter how it’s unfolded, there’s a luminous fortune for cootie catcher. Get with the following cuts: “Lyfestyle,” “Rhymes with rest,” “Gingham dress,” and “Going places.”

VIAL HELLHOUND (Trout Hole) — The grrrls are rioting again. Two years after making a mighty noise with their sophomore album, burnout, the Minneapolis-based trio VIAL is back with a record that is rawer, louder, and laden with well-earned anger. Working with producer Martin Cooke, the band unleashes HELLHOUND, an album that is nicely balanced between bark and bite. The appeal of the kinetic teeter and totter is maybe easiest to discern on “BOREDOM/COMBUSTION,” which moves back and forth between KT Branscom’s furious vocals and Taylor Kraemer’s cool counter. All the while, Katie Fischer’s drums ensure the speakers will rattle no matter who’s on the mic. VIAL blast forth with a dandy punk assault on “INFECTED” and borrow some of the seething energy of Hole for “IDLE HANDS.” Elsewhere, “NEVER BEEN BETTER” is reminiscent of Turnstile if they had never bothered to plug in the synths. The brattiness is admirably infectious throughout. Avoiding a monotonous pile-driving approach, they stay noisy while making space for just enough sonic variation, as when “UNDERMINE ME” opens with the playground chant “I liked you ’cause I had nothing better to do/ I liked you ’cause there was nothing else to do” before moving on to some proper pummeling. Howl along with these tracks: “SOB,” “HELLHOUND,” “PUKE,” and “BLOOD RED.”