The point is, what they came up with is a witty, aggressive, viscous oil slick of contrasting post-punk influences. Early '80s Wire, mid-'90s Pixies, and this morning's the Used all bubble up, taking turns bashing your skull, yelling in your ear, and almost -- almost -- shaking your ass. In a brainy tête-à-tête, guitars and keys pivot, singing and screaming intertwine. Where the self-titled opener and "The Great Arsonist" work the catchy jangle-punk, "One More Uprising" mixes the melodic with the manic, and "Warning Bells" just drags you down a dark alley and roughs you up good. I keep replaying the disc because it's so short and sweet. Apartments is the best debut from a SoFla band in far too long.