Really, how many people listen to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club for their lyrics? Probably the same number of people who listen to the Jesus and Mary Chain for their lyrics. In other words, almost none.

This San Francisco group — who, let us not forget, took their name from that Marlon Brando biker movie The Wild One — has never seemed particularly deep. Their sneering vocals, swaggering rhythms, slick pop tunes and fuzzy, roaring guitars have felt like ends in themselves since they released their self-titled debut.

BRMC’s latest album, Wrong Creatures, doesn’t indicate that the trio has grown more thoughtful in the five years since Specter at the Feast. On the spacey “Calling Them All Away,” they seem to explicitly reject meaning (that might sound contradictory, but keep reading): [LISTEN]

Some lyrics almost have a Zen Koan-like quality. To quote the Encyclopedia Britannica, lines like the chorus to “King of Bones” sound “intended to exhaust the analytic mind and the egoistic will, readying the mind to entertain an appropriate response on the intuitive level:” [LISTEN]

If BRMC’s music weren’t up to snuff, Wrong Creatures would wear out its welcome very quickly. Thankfully, Peter Hayes and company rock as hard and as prettily as ever. As long as the listener still gets a buzz from the riffs, the drums and the melodies, who cares what the songs mean? Who cares if they mean anything at all?

Like Keats’s Grecian Urn, Wrong Creatures seems to say, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty — that is all/Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.” BRMC put it this way on “Question of Faith:” [LISTEN]