During the last thirty seconds of the “Dream City,” the second track on the Philadelphia-by-way-of-Minneapolis band’s debut album, a beautiful soft tenor sax emerges to play a quiet, lonesome little figure as the song fades away with such a heartfelt lack of irony that we know immediately how much disdain the hipster set will have for this band. Free Energy is unapologetically dinosaur-ific, wearing their love for seventies hard rock like a banner for all to see. What sets them apart from a sea of unoriginal bands doing the same is frontman and songwriter Paul Spangers’ wonderful gift for wrapping stadium sized hooks in the vaguest of political trappings, supported by rock solid playing and a virtuosic lead guitar. Credit must be given to James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem/DFA fame for his production, lending the band a tight, danceable sound that still cracks at full volume like rock of this stripe was meant to do. The band’s title track sets off the album with an incisive, confident statement of identity with soaring guitars and a boot-stomping chorus. “Bang Pop” is the perfect dumb pop song: you know exactly where it’s going and you’re loving the ride. “Bad Stuff” on the other hand, ranges into darker territory, building an epic climax and a sweeping bridge on top of driving bass. The band makes the occasional rookie mistake but an unnecessary string arrangement here or there never killed an album that rocks this hard. Expect to hear Stuck on Nothing being blasted out of car windows wherever good times are being had this summer.