Obviously, British five-piece Molloy doesn’t suffer from low self-esteem-nor should they, as this raucous electro-punk-pop album makes clear. They’re at their best when they go ovaries-to-the-wall, as on “Tracy,” a relentlessly sleazy pop confection that fully deserves the week it’ll spend stuck in your head. Even when they pull back, as on “Dirty Church,” their rock sneer comes through loud and clear. But “Blackout” opens with an aggressive, elastic riff that’s never quite fulfilled by the rest of the track; “Paradoxical” sounds too conventional to take off; and “Ghost” doesn’t have all the kick it needs. Uneven, yes, but sometimes fucking brilliant.