There are only a handful of artists that could actually lyrically construct songs about Christina Hendrick's breast, making hardcore porn with Katy Perry and finding consolation in still having your hand to masturbate with when you get dumped and yet still maintain a semblance of meaning. In fact, I would say the particular feat of being able to weave an impactful story with an immature yet still hilarious subject matter is more difficult than simply going for the usual pretentious dramatic flare that most artists aim for. Making the Future Idiots somewhat of a fresh experience as opposed to the typical stale, hackneyed approach of whining about girl problems that seems to permeate the market of Pop Punk these days. Now if you're looking for a synopsis of this album, here it is: it's more polished, has a more varied sound and doesn't stray from the usual spunky Future Idiots lyrical style and content manner. Add in a female guest vocalist and a couple of quasi-serious tracks and you have potentially the best record Future Idiots has ever recorded.