If you need a jolt of slacker garage-punk, there's the San Diego band Mrs. Magician and their Strange Heaven (Swami Records).
It's where it should be. The elemental power-chord progressions are played with conviction and abandon on guitars and bass, the drums pound it out like it matters (it does), the vocals portray frustration, ambiguity, despair, boredom and whimsy. "I wish I had something to do so I could stop wasting these tears on you." "There is no god, la-la-la." You hear a little early Beach Boys surf in there too.
Well I like these folks. I like how they lampoon the superficiality of garage pop lyrics with great irony. And hey, they have some tight tunes.