Garbage's Bleed Like Me is like being stuck in a flittering concussion. Sure, Shirley Manson remains a pale neurotic who gets emotionally beaten up (or so she tells you) and clings to her not-a-Barbie complex on "Why Do You Love Me." But now she's also blowing her lipstick dissonance through empty dreck such as "Bad Boyfriend," even as the world is all shaken up, the pope has died, the kids are living out sad Eighties fantasies for lack of new ideas, and no one has screamed "bullshit" in far too long. So put on your headset and plug in: This is the future, with all the seriousness and counterfeit unreality of Japanese thug rap and Ashlee Simpson at 30. Give up.