I don't know, man. This is supposed to be the band's big 'transitional' album -- you know, the one where they've done a bunch of growing up since their last record, which was full of pissy emo pop about, like, broken hearts, and now they're, um, older and wiser, so in addition to writing about getting dumped or whatever, they also write songs about the war in Iraq. There are moments here and there that hint at interesting if not seriously ripped-off ideas, as with the often unnecessary and awkward-sounding orchestral arrangements on How I Go. These sound suspiciously like somebody in the band's been listening to a whole lot of Pet Sounds lately. So while Yellowcard's hearts may be in the right place, it's clear they're simply incapable of realizing this clumsy faux magnum opus.