On these nine songs, the production is as raw and unfettered as the garage grunge that informs the band. It’s the kind of middle finger that punk has grown up with — solid hooks, viscous distortion and references to 20-something life that plenty of people can relate to. Nothing about this is fresh or new, but that has absolutely no bearing on the quality. Newds would fit on the bill with local acts like Cereal Glyphs or Brenda, bands that privilege ripping guitar leads and the kind of vocals that more often than not require you to sing along. This is a promising start.