Sometimes I sit back and think about the days when "rock and roll" was actually an acronym for sex. In this weak entry into the pop genre, testosterone driven power pop has been replaced by the castrato whinings of lead singer Zach Siskin. I scanned from track to track trying to find a new McCartney( or even a Peter Ham ), but instead I find "Backstreet Boy" mentality. Skip this one so pop can retain its power.