Songwriters and singers Steve Tagliere and Seth Rothschild met in 1999, and along with the rhythm section of John Florance and Chuck Bramlet, they've begun to craft quick, imagistic flare-ups -- no emo-noise or jam-band wanking -- stating their themes (girls, mostly) and riding the hell out on a jet stream of Byrdsy harmonies, percolating synths and beautifully bent guitar chords. The glinting, swaying title track to Train Wreck lasts little over a minute -- long enough to dazzle and tease -- before merging into "Underneath the Radar," which is so magically terse that it almost feels unfinished. Add one tender, unselfconscious (or is it unconscious?) homage to playing with oneself, and you have an unassuming roots-pop gem. "You don't really have to show me/What to do when you're not there," Rothschild sings, as the band gets all strung out on another summery hook, another quiet call to hum along. Call it "progressive power pop" or "experimental west-coast roots" or the next small thing -- just go hear them.