Risen from the sprawling Valley stupor of San Fernando, sisters Jennifer and Jessie Clavin’s story is a familiar punk one, raging with scrappy DIY recordings out of the SFV and into regular nights at LA’s The Smell, where their first band, Mika Miko, corralled a set of girls that got off on screaming into telephones rigged as mics and chasing “all of it,” which at the time, was pogo dancing, freedom and that sweet innocent ride of youth.

Mika Miko now disbanded, the two sisters dabbling in separate bands in the interim, they’ve reunited here as Bleached, to chase that punk ethos. Only problem is that sweet golden ride is now sullied by love and a high-school notebook full of burnt-out, heart-tugged sentiments that weigh down a Cali spirit. The sisters shake a mean power-pop fist at things, but Ride Your Heart is plagued by dudes these girls just can’t get over, or much less figure out, the two harmonizing on the title-track:

You took me to the stars

So I can ride your heart

If you change your mind

If you want to try

The words don’t come out right

So we say goodbye

In effect, we get this Best Coast archetype, songs freewheeling repetitive, boy-tired choruses in a kind of meditative two-minute, beer-swilling catharsis. It might not be poetry, but it’s allowing these girls to not give a fuck and get back on path toward the frenetic buzz of their past. Sometimes it gets lost in a Bo Diddley beat and a twangy early-rock and roll vibe (“Guy Like You“) that doesn’t jibe with the rest of the record’s mood, but when it hits, it hits just as hard as any 1970s power-pop 7”, hair-whipping, Fender flurry, as with the b-side flip “Waiting By The Telephone,” 116 seconds, three chords, about some dickhead who hasn’t called yet, but of course, it only makes love’s vice stronger: [LISTEN]

I keep waiting for you to call

I keep waiting for you my dear

He’s my guy and I won’t let him get away

Should the sisters have broken this up into a handful of singles and payed homage to power-pop heroes past? Probably. But then there wouldn’t be a kiss of a resolution happening, as they shake these dudes for good and enter a new era of youth. Also the opening jam, “Looking For a Fight,” wouldn’t nearly be as Highway 1 bird-flipping:

I walk you home at night

But you better steer clear

‘Cause I’m looking for a fight

I walk you home at night

But you better steer clear

‘Cause you know I’m not right

Are you pushing too fast

‘Cause you know this love it won’t last