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They've yet to get bored with the simple pleasures of the loud, fast tune -- and to prove it, they jimmy 22 of 'em onto this disc, with solid hits outnumbering whiffs by a goodly margin. Yes, the Clash influence still lingers, but it's no longer as overpowering as it was circa, say, Let's Go, with more hammer-down thrash numbers (such as "Disgruntled" and the adrenalized "I Am Forever") and a noticeable absence of the reggae and ska songs that have punctuated the band's last few releases. The stripped-down vibe -- which eliminates frills to the extent that most songs don't last more than two minutes -- is well suited to worked-up rants like "Don Giovanni" and "Corruption" (on which primary vocalist Tim Armstrong trades off verses with Lars Fredericksen and Matt Freeman), but a bit more space would be welcome on more melodic tunes like "Radio Havana." Even at hyper-speed, Rancid's knack for crafting sing-along anthems like "Golden Gate Fields" and the Dylan-on-Dexedrine "It's Quite Alright" remains untouchable. But be warned, if you've recently switched to decaf, Rancid might be a bit much for your system. David Sprague, Barnes & Noble