With their sophomore album The Dream Is Over, the Toronto punks of PUP prove their rise to prominence after the release of their fantastic 2014 self-titled album was no fluke. Over the past two years, they've toured incessantly, often sandwiched in the middle of otherwise packed bills and just as often smoking their competition. PUP's stripes came by way of their catchy melodies (performed very loudly), impassioned and heartfelt playing (done very loudly), and happy-angry-shouty vocals (shouted very loudly). The new album has been teased by a couple of great advance singles, including the brilliant "If This Tour Doesn't Kill You, I Will," which reinvents the trite on-the-road clichés of crap like Bob Seger's "Turn the Page." (Check out the gross but hilarious video.) But for my money, The Dream Is Over's masterstroke is "Sleep in the Heat," a breakup song that crushes emotions of frustration and euphoria together into a pop song that's as effective and as difficult to ignore as a brick through your windshield. NED LANNAMANN