IT would be easy and cheap to just label this, Green Day’s second of a trilogy of albums, as Dross rather than Dos. That would be far too harsh but really there is just very little to get too excited about. Of course Green Day will always be victims of their success with American Idiot, one of the great albums of the past 20 years. Its follow-up, 21st Century Breakdown, always felt a watered down imitation and so far Uno, the first album, and Dos continue that trend. Green Day fans will love it but really the majority of Dos just feels like rejected filler from American Idiot, not really capturing that rawness or vitality.

There is nothing to stand alongside Boulevard of Broken Days, Jesus of Suburbia, Wake Me Up When September Comes, She’s A Rebel, Letter Bomb or Whatsername.

This may sound simplistic given we are talking about Punk Rock, but if you stripped out the heavier punk beat, you’d be left with a sound not too far removed from standard American fare of the late 1950s and early ’60s.

Only Nightlife, a dark and gloomy song with guest vocals from Lady Cobra, sticks its hand up as being worth in-depth consideration.

Dos is not terrible by any stretch. It’s just comfortable; too comfortable to survive among the albums on my iPhone for long.