If the Springbok Nude Girls shagged Prime Circle and had a baby delivered by The Parlotones, Frankie Fire would be it. Darryl Torr’s production teases the band’s unmistakable musical skills into a pleasing enough progeny. Album opener “Brave Face” is a one-two punch of power rock that delivers a lilting tale of bravery in the face of adversity and hints at a sound less steeped in on-the-sleeve influences. There are also enough flashes of hot middle-of-the-road rock (the horns on stomper “SOS”) to stoke the interest of fans. But often the lame lyrics let the side down. All too frequently it’s like the boys in this band wanted to write about something more dangerous than moonlight, fireflies and truth, but were stopped by a vigilant God at the studio gates every time.