In the wake of Simple Plans platinum-selling debut, many questioned their punk-rock bona fides. But if punks essential ingredient is the all-encompassing belief that the world is against you no matter the evidence to the contrary, then Simple Plan are as punk as they come. Their almost irritatingly catchy second album, Still Not Getting Any , plays like a list of grievances. Shut Up! Welcome to My Life, and Me Against the World suggest the Montreal quintet have a chip on their collective shoulder the size of Saskatchewan. The earnest power ballad Crazy catalogs societys ills (dysfunctional families, materialism, airbrushed magazine photos) over buzzing riffs and crashing drums. Jump is a bouncy call to forget your problems and, well, jumpthough its not clear whether theyre endorsing some sort of dance-floor pogoing or leaping off the nearest high ledge. Their polished pop-punk is unlikely to quash the hate the band engenders from the teenage cred police, but thats OK: Itll just give them more to bitch about.