“Skeleton Party” is Powell’s first truly full band composition--each bandmate has songwriter credits. Brother Jacob’s aggressively articulate drums snake through “Bass Mountain” Townsend’s subterranean architecture, meshing mathy elements of jazz beneath Shuntich’s scathing, virtuosic leads. Powell, at the peak of his psychic powers, vividly hallucinates Halloween stories of skeletons with union jobs and a spaceman whose unrequited love for a Cthulhu devolves into backmasked guitar solos on fire. It’s also the first record they’ve ever self-produced, from home. Alchemized by the mixing wizardry of Indianapolis hero Wes Heaton, “Skeleton Party” earned the band its way onto the roster of Romanus Records, whose haunted vinyl will be available on the band’s impending unending tour. Bust your eyeliner back out--everyone’s invited to the skeleton party.