The latest stop on this Kansas City mall-grunge band’s ride to rock star purgatory (heavy rotation over your local Kmart’s loudspeakers) is a set of covers, the run-down of which finds some thumbs-up-worthy things (a hard, loose “Gimme Shelter”), fanboy fails that make Kid Rock look sentient (AC/DC’s “TNT” and the eternally loathsome “D’yer Mak’er”) and a Buckcherry-level-stupid joke track (“Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around”). None of this nonsense could carry the water of any of their last few original albums, and not just because it sounds like some bunch of local jokels from, well, Kansas City gearing up to open for LA Guns or something. Prior to this they had a good grasp of what might work in the AOR ground between Nirvana and Snow Patrol, but then there were label problems, and then Twitter-beefs with Fred Durst, who took them in after their dropping by Geffen. The punchline to this is that the band’s common Twit-retort about Durst was that “he doesn’t write our songs.” Following up their divorce from Durst with an album of dumbass covers was not the way to prove that point, see. Band breaks up in 3… 2…  C —Eric W. Saeger