Green Day took a vacation from sweeping rock operas and spent 2012 banging out hot, hook-mad punk rock like it was 1994 all over again. The first installment in their ¡Uno!-¡Dos!-¡Tré! album trilogy flails and bashes and rants like a spiky dervish – from the Clash-disco of "Kill the DJ" to the mod-Who blood rush of "Carpe Diem." Billie Joe Armstrong blitzes past his 40th birthday without losing the bullshit-calling rage that keeps a man young, cranky and always on the lookout for girls who think "Won't you be my bloody valentine?" is a cool pickup line.