Like its predecessor, only without a handful of really boss tunes, this sometimes hilarious, sometimes uniquely inspired (in a trashy punk kind of way), often horribly overrated punk rock institution from L.A. (no, not "Frisco," they were kidding in The Decline of Western Civilization) has put out another album of tremendously flawed, dumb- to junior-high-reject lyrics that also can't distract you enough from their truly spotty talent. Only this time, all the songs are bad, too, so there's not even anything like the classic "I Don't Care About You" or "I Love Livin' in the City" to hang your hat on. If this is the best they could come up with after a good four years in which to write new material, any judge would discern that they're nothing but a joke band -- and the joke has worn beyond thin. It's disappeared into nothingness. File this under "stupid and pointless" instead, and that's too bad. They had something once upon a time, however briefly, at least in that aforementioned movie.