When reviewing albums that fall into genres I don't particularly care for, I often worry that I'm overlooking some spark of talent or innovation that a dedicated genre fan would hear. I'm haunted by the voice of an imagined genre connoiseur saying "Sure, that's the million-and-first overproduced top-40-style country song that details a man's love for a particular brand of American-made vehicle, to which brand he pledges to cleave, forsaking all others. But what about that horn part in the middle eight? I haven't heard anyone try something like that since the ill-fated Brooks and Dunn mariachi effort! It's genius, I tell you."

That voice is silent throughout Too Stupid To Quit. Faster Disaster plays loud, boring bar/frat rock of the loudest and most boring variety. They're not apologetic about it, which can be a positive quality if you choose to see it that way. I don't see it that way. Sure, they try to artsy-up "Snake"'s opening, but when the lyrics come in, all pretense at artistry falls by the wayside. Oh, there's pretension à go go -- just no artistry (we're talking "mushroom clouds" and "crown of thorns" here).

This stuff is all probably well intentioned, though there's a lingering feeling that Faster Disaster is trying to hedge its bets via self-deprecation. This only makes the whole effort seem more contrived and awkward. This is rock and roll of the dullest, least inventive sort, enlivened neither by instrumental prowess nor songwriting acumen, let alone lyrical content. There's just not much here to recommend.