It might be passé at this point since the site has become a haven for the likes of Hawthorne Heights and Panic! At the Disco, (without so much as an official page for Rites of Spring), but there is something to be said for Myspace Records. Sure, the first release was a compilation of mediocre teen angst highlighted by one of AFI’s worst tracks ever and a gimmick to get more “top friends,” but the label has grown and now boasts some real talent.

As far as fringe group hip hop goes, the label has the market covered. They’ve got suicidal white-boys (Hollywood Undead), male prostitute drug addicted glam rock Jews (Mickey Avalon) and Transsexual pop icons (Jeffree Starr). They’ve also managed to sign beautiful songstresses (Kate Voegele), melodic pop groups (Sherwood), and Nico Vega.

Meet Aja Volkman and and her 3 pieces’ peculiar blend of tempo shifting atonal blistering hipster rock. It’s almost as if the band is daring you to like it. The hooks are there, the looks are there (Volkman is beautiful and has an appropriately zany sense of fashion) and the jumbled mess of noise is pretty entertaining, in a Sid -Vicious’-solo-work kind of way.

The trio’s debut EP begins with the enjoyably glib “Gravity” before moving into the heady blast of dance-like-an-idiot debauchery that goes by the name “Be Giving.” Volkman moans, purrs and shrieks like an institution escapee trying to seduce you and for the most part, it works. Though it is thoroughly abrasive on a first listen, multiple spins show off deeper textures and even some nuance to the vocal shifts.

The 5 song EP, No Child Left Behind is short on politics but long on advice. “Don’t pro-sti-tute your-self” Vega Wails on the opener. “Burn the bridge down/Let’s start the f-i-i-i-re!” she later sings, stretching her upper register as she begs some unknown suitor for sexual fulfillment on “Cocaine Cooked the Brain.”

The songs tend to start out slow and quiet before erupting into a cacophony of dissimilar elements that work together like the proverbial peanut butter and chocolate. Somehow, by the end of the record, I found myself bobbing my head along to Volkman’s unconventional vocals and grooving to the glittery guitars. I didn’t like the group live when I saw them recently, but this record is good enough that it makes me what to give the band another look. If nothing else, it’s one of the best angry sex soundtracks I’ve heard this year.