The trouble is, for all of its raucous din, Mission Control never really sounds like a proper Whigs album. In fact, at times, it almost plays like a collection of cover songs. "Hot Bed" is eerily similar to Nirvana, right down to Gispert's ragged wail. "I Got Ideas" cops an unmistakably Franz Ferdinand-like stuttering guitar line so identifiable that even the addition of horns can't distract. The Whigs' blatant tributes are especially odd considering how distinctive the band was at its inception, playing Replacements-style slacker-punk with a jangly Southern sensibility. The group's personality occasionally shines through, but for the most part, these genre exercises mask the Whigs' most compelling idiosyncrasies. Mission Control might qualify as a new start — just not a fresh one.