There’s a song somewhere in the eight and a half minutes of “Rifle Eyesight.” I know it. But it’s really hard to find, because it moves so fast you won’t realize it’s there until it disappears. It stumbles out distinctly enough like a drunk kicked out of a dive bar, but before you can recognize it it’s decked in the face by something even drunker than it is and is obliterated beyond recognition. And then it’s in a coma for a while and has a dream and then dies and is resurrected and dies again. It’s really confusing and something I’ve never heard an indie rock group even attempt before. But it’s the thrill of the chase for the song’s backbone through alleyways and corridors that makes it so hair-raising. I’d encourage you to join in, but be warned: This “song” is on some Carmen San Diego shit.