If you're that self-loathing cur stuffed in the corner on the verge of bowling for Columbine, this album is for you. The trade-ups between singer Chester Bennington and "rapper" Mike Shinoda are still there, but by God, some people should just, like, not rap. The bone of contention for the Parkers is the ever-present girlfriend you hate, and are gonna break up with reeeeal soon, but not before venting over two full albums and a (decent) remix release in between. Musically, the band has definitely gotten better, with an often successful mix of metal, breaks and sampling, but a 40-page montage on how the artwork was done for the cover? Trees are crying.
5/10