Y'know, back in old aught-two when they released their first album, the Used weren't so completely unlikeable. That may have had something to do with their backstory: four disenfranchised teenagers from a conservative Mormon town in Utah who suffered through drug problems, lived on the street and had generally shitty lives. All those things coalesced into an emotional and desperate screamy post-hardcore debut that sounded like they were just trying to do anything to get the hell out of Dodge. But now it seems as if they've done everything possible to distance themselves from their original, much more interesting sound, opting instead for songs with barely enough hooks and coherent structures. (They're basically a pop band with lots of distortion, after all.) Singer Bert McCracken has consolidated every irritating singer trait possible, from nasal whines about broken hearts to other near-unbelievable lyrical choices like "liii-aar, liii-aar, paaants on fiiii-errr." Oh yeah, and the last song sounds like an American Idol ballad.