In the 20 years since the last album from these Ohio New Wave satirists, the world has become a much more Devo place: The synthesized dance rock the band pioneered with hits like "Whip It" is everywhere, and its theory that civilization is becoming dumber through de-evolution no longer seems far-fetched. Combining the punk-funk fury of Devo's earliest recordings with synth pop, this ninth disc is frantic and wall-to-wall catchy (particularly "Human Rocket"). Tossing around goofy buzz-speak like "Don't tase, me, bro," Devo have held on to their core belief: If you want to be subversive, be utterly, unrelentingly pop.