On their first album since Bill Clinton's first term, Seattle's grunge granddads mostly sound like they're trying to keep up with contemporary commercial rock. They're OK at it: generally midtempo and dreary, but with a decent drum pound and oft-Eastern-leaning guitar fills hinting at Zep or late-period Beatles, plus ambient parts and Chris Cornell bellowing gravel. "Black Saturday" and "Halfway There" are even kind of country. They get a bit adventurous in three longer tracks toward the end -- "Worse Dreams" has some Police in it. But only garagey quickie "Attrition" has much kick or crunch.