In the studio, California’s Stole Your Woman supplements its powerful, fun — like, really fun — pop-punk with dark undercurrents that take the form of crashing piano and swelling strings. Live, the fancy stuff is gone, but worry not: The naked mix makes it even easier to feel the tastefully shredding guitar solos move through you, one note at a time. Sound good? Tonight, there’s plenty more where that came from.

This article appears in Apr 13-19, 2005.

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