Even snotty-nosed punk rockers realise you grow up. To this end, Chuck begins with a plangent guitar instrumental which, from its mournful, despondent tones, almost certainly ponders the futility of existence. Still, having got their mid-life crisis out of the way in 46 seconds, Sum 41 quickly return to their mission of making juvenile punk rock even dumber and dumber. The spiky quartet furnish their usual shouty vocals with grinding riffola and twiddly guitar solos, just as the rest of the post-Linkin Park world are realising nu metal wasn't such a good idea.
Songs steamroller by with the subtlety of a Mohican being forced into adopting metal tattoos. And yet, both Some Say and Slipping Away sound like rawer Oasis anthems. Meanwhile, there's a certain (gulp) mature poignancy to words like "No one will be with you in the end", which could easily double as an eerie prophecy about the future of their career.