Was Yellowcard’s two-year hiatus spent in an ashram? No, and so their boy-band approach has not suddenly gone New Age emo — could you possibly think of anything worse, but I digress, because there is, as always, little to say about this sort of album aside from “at least such-and-so is a good song” after the traditional scan with the Wimp-o-meter, which pegs at about 6 here, more twerpy than Thursday, but the Brady Bunch Band would think it’s Slayer. Furthermore, I’d like to… wait a second here… “Sing For Me” rips off that horrifying old coda from Journey’s “Faithfully.” Buncha wiseguys, ehh? Didn’t think anyone would notice, ehh? In case you’re a Martian, this is dweeby punk-pop emo-rock, wherein the over/under for actual useful tunes is 1 per album, hence no worlds are conquered here, as “Hang You Up” is a great song surrounded by decent-enough things.  Beach music for future stars of Teen Mom. B-

—Eric W. Saeger