by Johnny LoftusHome Grown's snarky sense of humor has arrived intact, unharmed by the band's long car ride from major-label craziness to the comfy environs of the Drive-Thru fortress. If the jokey presumption of the title, Kings of Pop, doesn't grab you, maybe the title-in-bling cover art will. No? What about the well-placed comma of I Love You, Not, a raucous and bratty anthem that begins with the coolest, muddiest guitar tone to ever appear on a sugar punk-pop release like this. We've been dating for a week\u002FAnd now you're asking me if I love you, the boys gripe. Why don't you just build a bridge\u002FSo you get over it and me, girl\u002FWe're friends with benefits. It's the kind of peppy, punky anthem that's written in a thousand pukey practice spaces daily. Luckily, Home Grown has the fundamentals and the intangibles, making I Love You, Not and Kings of Pop totally two-dimensional, yet completely undeniable punk-pop contenders. The rousing I'll Never Fall in Love offers a half-serious look at the same lovey-dovey issue. Second Best imagines a series of cartoony mishaps for the significant others separating Home Grown's exes from their arms -- it also messes around with half-time chorus bridges to ensure maximum pogo punch. Aw, thanks fellas. The band's clearest mission statement might be found in the triumphant power chording of album opener Tomorrow. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and figure out where to begin...But I'm pretty sure I'll be sleeping in. It's the slacker lifestyle, happily and poppily perpetuated by a bunch of guys who never want to grow up.