Los Angeles’ Fidlar specializes in brutal riffs and a (crucial) embrace of immaturity. It sticks to the important stuff: drinking and partying. When the band does pause to discuss heartbreak, of course it doesn’t handle it well; the song “Whore” should make that clear enough. Look: D.C. has a stick lodged up its ass 90 percent of the time, so there may be sweet catharsis in the mere act of chanting along to this exemplary Fidlar chorus: “I drink cheap beer! So what? Fuck you!”