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The band’s sad robot heart keeps beating on this second (and apparently last) effort, but the disc’s main appeal is pure humanity: Seven More Minutes is a way-underrated concept album about a borderline rock star/full-blown fuckup and his congenital romantic failings. In other words, it’s the Pinkerton sequel Rivers Cuomo still refuses to make. —Shannon Zimmerman