Punks with brains. From Minnesota. Bitchin'. Dillinger Four extracts the excess pop (and poop) from Warped Tour-approved punk and emerges with rousing, anthemic screeds that inspire much spirited toe-tapping, fist-pumping, and dude-passing, even as the song titles ("It's a Fine Line Between the Monkey and the Robot"; "Suckers Intl. Has Gone Public") induce brow-furrowing. A certain robust wackiness has made such D4 albums as Versus God and Midwestern Songs of the Americas required listening for those seeking punk rock goodness not found on one of the American Pie soundtracks. Take a tune like "Maximum Piss and Vinegar" -- as catchy as it is propulsive, as pissed off as it is joyous. Pass the dude on the left-hand side.