On their eighth album, , rant about 's America and all the crass consumerism accompanying it, and also snipe at dance beats on -- complete with a "dance f***er dance" chorus -- which is par for the course for , who always seems to get a neo-novelty tune out of some rhythm or fad they don't like. Nothing changes their attitude or their attack, as they still favor frenzied downstroked guitars and shout-along choruses. Still, can't quite hide the passing of time, as they start to drift into power ballads and angsty anthems like which feels tailor-made for a TV show. Such softening of their stance illustrates that it's impossible to avoid maturity. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine