In case you managed to forget or didn't know in the first place, the guys in the Mars Volta (formerly two-fifths of At the Drive-In) are incredibly talented musicians. That's evident within the first two minutes of their new record (as it is on any of their records), since listeners are assaulted by a barrage of noodly, self-indulgent guitars, roaring organs, crazy weird-time drum blasts and psychedelic falsetto vocals, all of which desperately scream 'Hey fucker! Look what we can do!' As a listener, you might think, 'Wow, they play lots of neato stuff, and they kinda sound like punk rock adults playing jazz fusion, and conceptually they're on Mars!' Problem is, after an album's worth of tiring, spastic jazzy post-punk that smacks of musical masturbation, chances are you'll really miss At the Drive-In.