On her previous albums, there's been a clear split between the two s: the snotty punk who twirls gum on one finger while flipping you the bird with the other hand, and the earnest, ultra-emotive power balladeer singing "I'm with You." On her seventh set, , has put all her eggs in the former basket, delivering a no-frills blast for fans of "Sk8r Boi," "He Wasn't," and "Girlfriend." In fact, the album that "Girlfriend" called home, 2007's , might be the last time she sounded this fun and carefree while rocking out. Incidentally, it was also the first time she worked with her new label boss and this album's drummer, . Together, the pair deliver an unrelenting blast of pissed-off breakup anthems for the frustrated and exhausted. With gloves off and F-bombs at the ready, and pop-punk's cool uncle du jour press pause on her late-era maturation (last heard on 2019's triumphant ) and get back to bratty, rebellious basics. Indeed, she's so focused on the snarling attitude that there's not a single slow song on the entire album ("Avalanche" and "Dare to Love Me" come close but they quickly expand to towering conclusions). Instead, it's raucous anthems aplenty with the help of and various associates within his revivalist orbit, which works to varying degrees of success. The and collaborations fall a little flat - doesn't need them at all - while an endearing duet with ("All I Wanted") forms an appropriate bridge of generational nostalgia that'll be a highlight for fans missing the early 2000s. Aside from that almost- reunion, works best when has main billing, her rage propelled by chugging riffs and 's trademark pogo drums. Kiss-off anthems "Bite Me" and "F.U." are thrilling singalong highlights, while the title track drops classic "na-na-na" chants through an explosive surge of punk electricity and quotable lines like "When I think of you/I just wanna throw up." brims with such attitude on a dozen juicy takedowns, combining buoyant punk-influenced energy and 's trademark spunk and unfiltered defiance. After a decade of artistic exploration and soul-searching, the self-proclaimed "motherf*ckin princess" has reclaimed her pop-punk crown. ~ Neil Z. Yeung