When you first listen to slinky Cali terrorizers Clipd Beaks, you might think about Liars trying to belt their tribal, Kraut-y Drum's Not Dead or Liars material from a sinking ship. The young Oakland foursome play a blustery, plaster-cast post-punk that's made all the more waterlogged and claustrophobic with a noise-rock's sense of scree and jagged, Sightings-style DNA-peeled rhythms. The ...