The pop-punk demigods' cliff walk between teenage bedroom angst and been-there-survived-that worldliness remains steadfast, but the peaks on Neighborhoods their first disc in eight years do little more than recall past triumphs. Outside of some latent goth leanings (''This Is Home'') and a gauzy detour (''Ghost on the Dance Floor''), it's mostly twitch-crunch-whine-repeat. The lyrics focus on moving on, but their music can't seem to break the tether to yesterday. B-
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