Usually, it’s sort of sad when a ’70s punk band reforms in middle age. Not in this case. Twenty-three years after the Bronx-bred rapscallions released their last studio album, they’re back to claim their manifest destiny with undiminished strength. Bassist-songwriter Andy Shernoff still writes the wittiest, hookiest hard-rock tunes around; guitarists Scott Kempner and Ross Friedman have lost none of their volcanic power; and vocalist Handsome Dick Manitoba remains ”the handsomest man in rock & roll.” (Okay, maybe not. But he sings with heart.) Like they say: Dictators Forever, Forever Dictators.