It’s the law of diminishing returns. If you define your sound so perfectly, and, like Good Riddance’s heroes Bad Religion, have finished defining the scope of their music, all that’s left is variation on a theme. The land’s bought. The security system’s installed. The house is decorated. All that’s left is painting the rooms a different color, installing prettier floors. The happy news is that this is a good Good Riddance record: insightful lyrics, expert playing, pitch-perfect production. It’s political pop punk that’s not a shame to listen to. The bad news is that if you’ve picked up one of Good Riddance’s last several albums, you’ve, essentially, already got this one. Also, if I forget what I’m listening to when making some toast, I could swear part of this album was Bad Religion’s The Gray Race.