There's a new Rancid album out today, first album in six years from probably my favorite band ever. Lets up in the last third or so but otherwise just a really, really great blast of broken-teeth pop-punk. More ahhh-ahhh backing harmonies than usual. Ska is back in the arsenal again (a good thing!). There's one great jerky kinda-rapped song that somehow doesn't carry massive Transplants overtones, one really weird cowboy-song kinda thing, and one amazing Matt Freeman psychobilly joint where he screams "BOOMSHAKALAKALAKALAKA!" a bunch of times. Listening to it on the walk to work this morning, I actually got choked up.