The Flytraps urgent upbraiding of the West Hollywood entertainment district sprints with the energy of grim punk bands like the Cramps, the Bags and the Misfits. Lead singer and bassist Kristin Cooper channeling Iggy Pop's Stooges-era bark, and doing so in what sounds like a cavern. Boundary-busting? Hardly; this is straight-ahead Southern California punk rock, and raging against the death of the Strip is like bemoaning the absence of surf rock on contemporary Venice Beach. But like the enduring surf itself, The Flytraps serve as a reminder that SoCal punk isn't going anywhere.