There's little to dig here as the guys sound like a three-headed John Mayer or a trio of little Joe Jacksons.

With nothing to react against and few new ideas to air, P.O.D. mostly operates in default mode, relying on hitmaker-for-hire Glen Ballard to inject the music with new life. Sadly, he doesn't.

It sounds like the band is trying too hard to recapture the quirk factor, and the overdose borders on annoying.

Unlike previous albums, The Altogether doesn't really take the listener on some mind-altering trip. It simply throws together some half-baked novelties, some wasted and underwhelming guest appearances and a bunch of rhythmic ideas that would have sounded infinitely better a decade ago.

In the end, his big head seriously weighs down the quality of Quality.

Ed Kowalczyk and crew burden their sound with angry guitars, pseudoraps and needless swearing torn straight outta the Fred Durst book of lyric writing.

Basically disco with a new-wave spin, it's nothing you haven't heard before--in 1983.

An album that lacks severely in all areas, including production, direction and inspiration.

There are no new ideas, no points of interest.

A subpar album.

All the spiky edges have been worn away.