The Champs’ sixth album was perfectly timed for a late-’00s era when Guitar Hero was elevating six-string acrobatics into an Olympian sport. The trio sounds nothing less than heroic here, with intricate yet exultant instrumentals like “Spring Break” inspiring you to pump your fist and solve impossible calculus equations at the same time. And “The Loge” answers an all-important question: What if, instead of replacing David Lee Roth with Sammy Hagar, Van Halen had just turned into the world’s most bitchin’ prog band?