Nightmare of You front man Brandon Reilly has apparently found a Sam’s Club in New York that sells fey, because he throws it around on the band’s self-titled debut like someone who buys in bulk. He used to play guitar for the poppy emo band Movielife, and drummer Sammy Siegler spent time in Gorilla Biscuits, Glassjaw, and Rival Schools, but those punk roots hardly show–instead the boys gleefully tear fistfuls of pages from the most dandified chapters of Britpop history, packing every song to the max with world-weary irony, catty call-outs, and velvet-gloved come-ons. Reilly croons like Morrissey, or maybe like a hyperventilating, over-the-top parody of Morrissey, and the intro to “I Want to Be Buried in Your Backyard,” with its gloomy bass progression and brittle icicles of reverbed guitar, is obviously ripped off from the Cure’s “A Forest,” but those are just two of the most blatant acts of theft on an album full of them–it’d be pointless to accuse such shameless plagiarists of stealing anything. And despite the foul and self-indulgent territory Reilly trespasses upon in his lyrics–fucking somebody in the bathroom of a club, fantasizing about car wrecks, wanting to be buried in some girl’s damn backyard–the songs are crazily catchy. I tried to laugh these guys off when I first downloaded “Backyard,” but in a week’s time it was sitting on top of my iTunes most-played list like a cocky heavyweight champ. Oh, the shame. The (International) Noise Conspiracy headlines, Circa Survive plays second, and Nightmare of You opens. Fri 12/16, 7 PM, Beat Kitchen, 2100 W. Belmont, 773-281-4444, $12.