Usually when a band is relentlessly described as "lo-fi," I run. But when I say Girls are lo-fi sweetie pies, learn from my mistakes and stick around. Up there with Women as one of the most un-Googleable bands, Girls is well worth the search. The contrast stands out most: a group of feminine men making music about women, singing sad songs for a summer long gone. On "Hellhole Ratrace," Christopher Owens sings with the love-struck carelessness of a drunken Elvis Costello over bleeding guitars and weeping drums. Your heart will feel dry.