The band best known for its Jackass associations was always slicker and more mainstream-sounding than its skate-punk fans were willing to admit. Here, the band leans even further toward stacked chorus harmonies, synth guitars and nu-metal production values, and ends up feeling even more eight-years-ago than the TV show that first brought it peripheral notoriety. The songs all showcase the same incongruous mix of oddly disco-fied stoner rock, arena-metal angst and occasional screamo catharsis, running uniformly together like lava flowing downhill - pretty and powerfully propulsive, but stubbornly invasive and unchanging, and ultimately boring despite its alienness. The breakneck staccato riff of "Imaginary Threats" and spazzy Faith No More cop "Old Carver's Bones" are the best things here; desperate single "A#1 Roller Rager" is by far the worst. - Colin Kincaid