Detractors of bitter chick rock will find the Gossip’s variant to be a coup de grace. Their new album, Movementbetween Sleater Kinney and the Ramones. But the Gossip gives its forerunners a run for their money: they’ve balanced catchy handclaps (“Fire/Sign”) with gospelly dirges (“All My Days”), and Beth’s voice might have been plucked from some coalminer’s daughter in a Southern shantytown. The Gossip has a sound that’s unlike most garage rock: their songs are as bruising and bluesy as any backporch folk, but appropriately feedback-laced and ardently pissed-off.