Vancouver’s White Lung makes noisy, abrasive punk rock. Underneath all of that harsh, complex instrumentation, the band’s songs are oddly melodic. (In that respect, White Lung is a lot like golden-era Sonic Youth.) And, yeah, singer Mish Way is screechy. But she’s screechy in the best possible way. (Think of Kathleen Hanna’s work with Bikini Kill.) White Lung’s new record, 2012’s Sorry, accomplishes another rare feat: It’s listenable from beginning to end without skipping a single track.