The Beautys, The Excessories at Al's Bar. Jesus hates you and your mouth full of lies" are the first words from the lips of sassy smart-aleck Kathleen Gregg (a.k.a. Chica Baby) on the first song ("Hello Floor") of the Beautys' third album, THING OF BEAUTY (Cheetah's). Twenty-three minutes later, after the Hoosier trio has slammed through 13 riotous punk and surf tunes, Chica's made it clear where she stands on bad bosses, cops and stupid people, as well as seeing kiddie porn, bestiality and dead folks on the Internet ("Don't Show Me That"). Bumper-sticker-slogan song titles weigh in on natural selection ("Fuck Evolution"), self-affirmation ("Call Me Shit"), drugs ("What Drugs?") and feeling groovy ("All Fucked Down"), broken up by landlocked Midwestern surf instros "Purple Knif" and the especially sublime "Leakerville," with its ominous, downward-circling riff. Amid the punk chaos and Dave Trevino's rambunctious Bun-E.-Carlos-doing-Keith-Moon drum fills, Chica's exuberant vocals soar over "Only Worse," one of the CD's poppier tunes. Speaking of pop, singer Melanie Bruck is as guileless ("Teenage Daydream") as Gregg is sardonic, on the Excessories' endearing new ode to oxymoronic punk innocence, PURE POP FOR PUNK PEOPLE. (Falling James)