“The Money” — a bonus track on the digital edition of the upcoming fourth record from Louisville’s Young Widows — is pitch black and smoldering. It opens quiet and tense, with grim lyrics about a leech crawling through an empty skull, and then it explodes. A guitar, sharp and twisted as scrap metal, spirals upward as twenty-ton bass groans queasily. Young Widows excel at writing songs that feel like dark warnings, and “The Money” is no exception. It’s a bleak telegram bringing bad news, delivered in the dead of night.