may no longer be the sprightly lads who met in a Los Angeles pub in the early '90s, but the Irish-American quintet's highly accessible blend of and has lost none of its fiery spirit. While parenthood and other forbidden notions may have crept into the fold, chief songwriter handles these new responsibilities with care, capably juggling the wonders of family life ( ), post-9/11 paranoia ( ), and good old-fashioned Blarney-revelry ( ) with equal parts mischief and heartfelt candor on the group's fifth record, . His croon serves the songs well, especially the energetic opener that doubles as the album's namesake -- like with its anthemic chorus and Uilleann pipe lead, it blends the two genres so effectively that it never sounds like a gimmick. These are reliable songs from a reliable band, and while skeptics may decry their -meets- brand of as contrived, there's no grandstanding here, just a group of guys who love to play together and do it extremely well. ~ James Christopher Monger