We gave it a B-
?Oh, my God, I?m turning out like my dad,? sings Green Day?s Billie Joe Armstrong. Well, not quite. Aside from a few ill-advised nods to maturity (strings here, horns there, a spaghetti Western-style instrumental elsewhere), the trio?s third major-label album is mostly more of the same hyperactive pop-punk it introduced on 1994?s Dookie. Hooky, too. But since the kids who once embraced the band seem to have outgrown this, will anyone other than rock critics give a hoot?