On first listen, Pas Chic Chic’s debut comes off as a lackluster take on vintage Francophone pop–all chirpy organ, martial percussion, and melodramatic tenors–like a poor man’s Stereolab. But after these tunes settle in, it’s clear that with ex-members of Godspeed You! Black Emperor and Fly Pan Am in tow, Montreal’s Pas Chic Chic has no intention of scoring your dinner party. Spooky static hugs every neat, right-angled melody; reverb envelops every bouncy synth. Occasionally, as on “Vous Comprenez Pourquoi,” Pas Chic Chic’s psychedelic dread bubbles over in a torrent of brittle organ and screaming mellotron. Beating just below Au Contraire’s smooth skin, is a wild, noisy heart.