"The clock on the wall, it reminds me of all the better times," sing the Backstreet Boys, now back to their original lineup. You'd be nostalgic too: In 1999, BSB scored huge hits; today, they're settling for an odd prison metaphor ("One Phone Call"). Given that they're out of the spotlight, they could've tried anything here, but settled for dentist-office-dull tracks stocked with wanna-be Ryan Tedder beats. Max Martin contributes the title track, one of a few songs that don't sound dated or just plain awkward (the acoustic blues jam "Try"). The resulting LP is roughly 100 times less fun than the Boys' cameo in This Is the End.
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