The Last Song is very much the slice of teen heartache that Swing, Swing was. It lacks, however, the catchy hook or sing-along chorus. The band chug their way through a pop-punk ditty that simply won't match their previous success, and, unfortunately, that only fans will remember the track seems a distinct likelihood.

"This may be the last thing that I write for long" is strained out over strings in the opening seconds of The Last Song, and unless the Rejects offer something a little more original, this may very well be a case of poetic justice (or should that be irony?).