With a title that pays homage to this nation’s unofficial uniform — a denim jacket worn with jeans — East Vancouver’s darling all-girl quartet Vancougar launches its second full-length release, and first on Mint Records. Curiously for an album whose name evokes images of mullets and stubby beer bottles, Canadian Tuxedo turns out to be more of a hairspray-and-poodle-skirt affair. The audio equivalent of taking your boyfriend to see a chick flick at the local drive-in, Canadian Tuxedo is an emotional roller-coaster of teenage proportions — this time as seen from a feminine perspective. It is also a well-executed, hyperactively catchy, footloose and fancy-free musical explosion that eats up 10 tracks in no time flat.

Vocalist-guitarist Eden Fineday has never sounded better, her clear and soaring intonations and broad, hooky riffs easily topping her performance on 2007’s Losin’ It. Claiming Blondie and Elvis Costello as two of her biggest influences, she channels both on hand-clapping, jangle-rock sensations like the disarming “Unmanned” and the painfully naive “Obvious.”

Producer Dave Carswell (New Pornographers, A.C. Newman, Bella, Tegan and Sara) does his best to bring the band’s natural curves into the spotlight, padding out their softer side with Megan Johnson’s shimmering keyboard surges and Becca Stewart’s super-fuzzy bass distortions. Drummer CC Rose provides indie-punk urgency as Vancougar bounces from the prom-night ballad “(I Hope Your) Money (Keeps You Warm)” to the jilted debutant rant “Philadelphia.” Recalling their early years spent collaborating in the garages of Santa Cruz, California, Eden and Becca layer on the Beach-Boy-worthy indie-pop harmonies for what amounts to the perfect summer fling.