Buoyed by the jangly megahit Closing Time, Semisonics last album was a pleasant if forgettable effort. This follow-up, however, is charmless fluff barely worth the plastic its encoded on. If listening to Kenny Loggins do a mediocre Cheap Trick impression is your idea of fun, then by all means help yourself to sterile tracks like Bed or the abysmal lite-FM, listen-while-you-work ballad Act Naturally. Just like we did in high school, we think well skip Chemistry and go catch a smoke outside shop class.