Hoobastank Every Man for Himself (Island Records) On the opening track of Hoobastank's third studio album, frontman Douglas Robb declares that his band were born to lead. It's a ridiculous claim, but it's a role the Los Angeles quartet have relished in the 12 years they've been making their annoying brand of punk-pop. They see themselves as freeing the oppressed from the wrath of parents and high school teachers worldwide. A comforting thought for some, but sitting through this album is worse than a Saturday morning detention. The magnified fingerprint on the jacket is enough to tell you that Hoobastank have been busy exploring notions of self-identity. Masquerading as political commentary with none-too-sly messages of non-conformity, Every Man for Himself is an album that is caustic enough to be angry - and causeless enough to be inoffensive. On Inside of You, Robb performs a limp impression of Prince. Although veiled by simple lyrics and allusions to a deeper purpose, the song is all about sex. Arguably the most scandalous track is If I Were You, which is said to be the band's scathing reply to touring with other egomaniacs such as the Stone Temple Pilots' Scott Weiland. With the lines 'Does it feel good to you to rain on my parade?/ You never say a word unless it's to complain/ It's driving me insane', Robb articulates his frustration in watching people squander talent and opportunity. Overall, the compositions are cohesive and Hoobastank know when to launch into that angry, self-determining bridge after a sad chorus. But contextually, the album is all brawn and no brains. It's jacked up with nowhere to go: even Narcissus drowned in a deeper pool than this.