Part two of Green Day's album triptych finds them flailing ever further from the pop nous that has underscored their finest moments, as they plod through a set that's oddly leaden and largely witless. The likes of Fuck Time (yes, really) and Baby Eyes sound like a band desperate to recapture their adolescence, whether in the trying-too-hard swearing throughout or the one-dimensional riffing – neither of which is very becoming for men in their 40s. It isn't a total write-off: Ashley at least has an infectious urgency; Amy is a surprisingly poignant tribute to Ms Winehouse. Lazy Bones, meanwhile, might be utterly derivative, but at least the source material was good. The rest is best avoided.