It's difficult to tell where stops and and begin. All of them wear logo T-shirts and boxy Dickies shorts; all of them reanimate vintage with boundless hyperactivity and a torrents of unrefined dick jokes; all of them have sold millions upon millions of records. And there's nothing wrong with that. Because unlike the mid-2000s surge of musical youth living on the fringes of feeling -- weepy kids on one side, bloody murder hybridists on the other -- bands like celebrate the duty of kids to bop and act goofy. "Forget tomorrow," sings. "I just wanna jump." (Why not? It worked for .) Originally recorded for and broadcast on , captures in concert in Orlando. They run through energetic versions of all their hits, from to and the crowd screams along with every single one. prove more than able to hit the breezy harmonies from their records, and their rhythm section-heavy live sound is effective for their athletic, pogo-ready songs. All of the stage chatter is included, which is a little irritating, particularly the lengthy intro to -- you had to be there -- but even that track eventually kicks in with a resounding crunch. Throughout often stops the songs to encourage more jumping or singing along, and he's Canadian, so he heartily thanks the audience for their eager participation. No doubt about it: it doesn't get much more squeaky clean than . ~ Johnny Loftus