“Bubblegum Trash,” as giddy, coarse and insipid as its name suggests, is a standout on Crocodiles’ third album, Endless Flowers (Frenchkiss) — their first since expanding from a duo to a fivesome — and also a fitting shorthand for the long, proud tradition of scuzzy, decadent, noise-damaged indie pop that the San Diegan outfit so indelicately borrows from and/or contributes to. (See also: “Electric Death Song” (don't open that link at work!) and especially “My Surfing Lucifer.”) Per the album’s title, things are a bit less nihilistic this time around (and there’s nothing quite as arresting as the narcotic techno-drone of “All My Hate and My Hexes Are for You”), but the band has been diversifying their palette a bit, mostly in the direction of organ-crunching paisley-fied pop and even, with “You Are Forgiven” (sadly not a Who cover), a bit of folksy jangle.
Fri., July 13, 9:30 p.m., $12, with Nothing, Johnny Brenda’s, 1201 N. Frankford Ave., 215-739-9684, johnnybrendas.com.
