The scrappy rock of Ted Leo and the Pharmacists is 100 percent dependable, in a way that very little nothing else is these days. Audibly marked by Washington, D.C.'s low fidelity and political awareness, Leo could pass as a healthy Kurt Cobain, a punk Bruce Springsteen, an American Billy Bragg. He rocks and he means it; the allure is as simple as that. A new record, The Brutalist Bricks on Matador, has critics all wadded up trying to outdo one another's praise for it. It's just another TL/Rx album, they say: What more could anyone possibly want?