Kicking off with an exuberant version of the L.A. -classic-that-almost-wasn't, -- and unsurprisingly and and company rock the bastard to the ground with a smile this time around -- is yet more fun from a band who dedicates themselves to a smart good time. In ways, had found history catching up to them by this time -- any number of bands had stumbled across the loud and brash- '70s - approach that was the group's raison de etre. But the fact that they hadn't gotten the attention they deserved for it didn't keep them from still going at it with gusto; Bless their hearts. If songs like didn't introduce any curveballs to the basic sound, they still sounded pretty damn fantastic, energy overdriven up to ten and beyond. Slightly slower tracks like the mega-orchestrated and the handclap crazy showcase the band's calmer side well enough -- again, no surprises, but none were expected or needed. Best song title of the bunch this time around: which lives up to its name just so. lets them ock out with the best of them, but doesn't forget the sugar in the chorus even as the distortion completely screws with the mix at one point, while has one brilliant moment with so much hyper-flange that why the speakers don't melt upon contact is a mystery. ~ Ned Raggett