“I do, do what I please/I’m a piece of shit, I just think I’ll get away with it,” Ohtis’ Sam Swinson smoothly deadpans on “Schatze.” He sounds like he’s about to tell you that he got the job because his dad owns the place, that he never tips on delivery. There’s only one honest reaction: “Grow the fuck up dude, what the fuck?” demands guest vocalist Stef Chura, arriving like a Greek chorus to remind him that he’s been “canceled on Instagram,” and he deserved it. “Fuck you very much, sir,” goes her chirping refrain (to which Swinson responds with a smarmy, “Absolutely”).

Ohtis—an alt-folk trio variously from Los Angeles, Detroit, and Chicago—call “Schatze” a “character study of the Selfish Antisocial Male.” Its call-and-response format is catchy and colloquial, like a DIY rock playground rhyme. “Schatz” is a term of endearment in German, but Ohtis borrowed the song’s name from a friend’s violently unfriendly cat (German: “Katze”). Listening to “Schatze,” one imagines that all the assholes of the world—ungrateful pets, disgraced celebrities, Donald Trump Jr.—might become briefly, astonishingly self-aware. What if they, too, could hear Chura’s acrid critiques ringing in their ears, exposing the angry, defensive little creature clawing its way out from inside each of us?