Sometime between 2009’s 200 Million Thousand and the new Arabia Mountain, Atlanta’s Black Lips decided to get serious. Or at least they decided to clean up their deliciously low-fi garage/basement punk. With help from superproducer Mark Ronson, the snotty quartet makes a respectable indie-rock band, one with hooks and style to spare. But they don’t give up all their old habits. The album’s 16 songs average two minutes, and there’s still plenty of fucking around with expectations – from the saxy “Mad Dog” to the handclap-fueled “New Direction.” There’s also a song about Spider-Man getting molested, because being respectable is for suckers.