Palma Violets play unabashed British rock ’n’ roll, the kind that gets you on the cover of NME before you release a debut album (not sure if this really happened, but it may as well have). However, Palma Violets are no pretenders. While they deliver rushing three-chord rock, their songs are witty and just intricate enough to keep you interested, while the lo-fi, reverby production does wonders to smooth out their sound and rein in some of their arena ambitions. The band’s two frontmen sound like a mix between Echo and the Bunnymen’s Ian McCulloch and Arctic Monkeys’ Alex Turner, belting irresistibly on “Last of the Summer Wine,” which builds from moody instrumental to a catchy singalong halfway through, as well as on balls-out opener “Best of Friends.” Detractors may take them to task for not bringing much that’s new to the table, but echoes of classic bands from the quite well-known (The Clash, U2, The Strokes) to the cultier (The Walkmen, New Zealand jangle-rockers like The Clean) gel remarkably well across 180. For your fix of quality, young-and-hungry Britpop, look no further.