My roommate’s boyfriend came home while I was listening to this CD for review, and I got embarrassed. I wanted to scream that I was only listening to this hard-rockin’ power pop because I needed to write about it—and I did explain myself, but in a calm manner. Anyhow, I don’t have some insatiable desire for power pop such that I would even listen to power pop laden with hard rock guitar noodling with raspy vox on most songs. The cover isn’t helping much, either: The band members—two of whom look like southern dirt rockers, and the other two look like grown dweebs who met in high school guitar class—standing in front of a blown-up image of diamond-plated steel. Definitely not for me.