Think about all the ways you've seen anxiety presented in music: David Byrne's bug-eyed stare; Public Enemy's siren-wail blurts; the way math-rock time shifts force you in and out of the groove. A lot of the time, this is music (and presentation) that puts the anxiety on you, that forces you into a state of nervousness. We almost never get to hear that kind of anxiety actually radiating out of the performer. But that's what you get on Romantic, the second album from Philly punks Mannequin Pussy. This is a deeply nervous album, an album that trips all over itself in saying what it needs to say before getting the fuck out. It hurtles from one idea to the next with furious force. But it never loses its focus, and that's what makes it cathartic.