“Didn’t come to college to learn how to think / Came here to learn how to drink.” That’s a line from Professor Cuervo, an instructor for the class “Party 101.” The declaration sums up the mission of the latest Dash Rip Rock album, Call of the Wild. Out of 12 tracks, four include the word “party” in the title. The good professor arrives in the second track, which is followed by the title track, a kind of outlaw story punctuated by whoops and arribas and yodels. A certain sense of humor is at work here, but most of the jokes arrive far inside.

Dash Rip Rock is a veteran outfit, which makes their determination to claim a place in the “Party Hall of Fame” all the more forced. After all, you’re either in it or you’re not by now, (Hunter S. Thompson, Keith Richards and Robert Downey, Jr. are there, in case you were wondering) and the warmed-over Stones riffs are no last-minute appeal.

The band is known to rock a bar, and as in a bar set, things warm up as the album progresses. Guitar work complicates, drums expand, there’s a very friendly vibe going, but the focus remains “geddinfuggedup,” as we used to say freshman year. While that terrain gets plowed thoroughly, you wonder if the debauchery doesn’t grow weary when done over and again in the same basic tone. There are women like “Meth Lab Girl” in track five and “Cowbell Girl” in track nine to keep it interesting, I guess. May they never grow old.