Almost a decade and a half after they took basements and Tumblrs across America by storm with a raucous, self-flagellating singalong about avoiding your crush at a party, Joyce Manor have continued to mine everyday indignities for pop-punk gold. They’ve evaded the corniness and juvenility that have soured later-career records from some of their biggest inspirations. They’re exploring the tension between outgrowing the scene and feeling like too much of a fuckup for anywhere else. Since their 2011 debut, Joyce Manor have strayed little from the formula that’s made them one of the most consistent contemporary punk bands, filtering depths-of-despair angst through sticky guitar melodies and fist-pumping rhythms. A Joyce Manor tune can get an adrenaline-spiking circle pit going just as easily as it can snap the heartstrings of card-carrying emo kids, and it can do it all in under two and a half minutes.