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A shamelessly commercial pile of glossy buttock sugar that should be embarrassing, except the hooks are annoyingly good enough to keep working anyway

Weirdly competent for an album whose biggest songs sound like they were assembled in a corporate lab to maximize fist-pumping among dudes named Kyle

A bizarrely soft, overproduced detour where Hoobastank pushes away the last traces of energy and pulls listeners directly into a coma

The band ‘flight’ from creativity and ‘fight’ against memorable songwriting, resulting in another painfully sterile chunk of buttrock wallpaper