“200 Million Thousand.” The Black Lips. Vice. 14 tracks. Grade: B

You know, it’s almost off-putting that something so gritty, raunchy and in parts kind of scary can be so catchy at the same time.

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Zach Wolfe

The Black Lips’ new CD leaves you feeling like you’ve experienced something wonderfully absurd.

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But hey, that’s the Black Lips.

One minute Atlanta’s beloved garage rockers are luring you into “Drugs” with the jangly guitars of ’60s psychedelia.

The next, you’re right there with lead singer Cole Alexander, sounding like he’s singing into the toilet between heaves on “Let It Grow.”

You come up for air, entranced by the meditative drums of “Big Black Baby Jesus of Today,” then whooosh — down you go again, “Trapped in a Basement.”

Over and over, usually in three minutes or less, this foursome can set a mood, have you loopily dancing to it, afraid of

it, screaming with it, and snap — the song is over.

You’re left feeling like you’ve experienced something as wonderfully absurd as the title of the Lips new CD. (And you haven’t even had one puff of the “mary-j-juana” leaves mentioned in “I Saw God.”)