This album suffers from what I will call Boogada X3 syndrome. Basically, much like with the aforementioned Screeching Weasel album, it seems most of the components of a good pop punk album are seemingly in place, but I feel really indifferent to most of it. If anything, the self-consciously nerdy and silly lyrics miss more often than hit for me (e.g. “I sit here with this McRib, My mind still wrapped around you”). I find the vocals a little annoying too.
–Adrian (Cold Feet)