Pennsylvania-based Pissed Jeans’ music is just cohesive enough to not be trash. It’s noisy and abrasive at times — sounding like a bunch of dudes slamming their instruments around in a room — but somehow the band’s repetitive riffs and ability to stay on beat give the proceedings a curious, psychedelic edge. If you close your eyes while listening, you can almost see a bunch of angry puppets banging instruments. There ya go: Pissed Jeans is angry puppet rock, and we’re about it.