Cut, as they say in L.A., to 2002: Frusciante's reborn, with a mouth full of new teeth and a head full of new songs better, in total, than any to ever grace a Peppers record. (Those who'd insist BloodSugarWhatever is the masterpiece listen too hard to "Under the Bridge," which is actually just hard to listen to.) Word is Frusciante's responsible for most of the music here, though all get equal credit, and it makes a certain sense; once the demons left his skull, or maybe just cut him slack, what was left was the sound of celebration, redemption and resurrection. By the Way chimes like no other Peppers album; it rings and sings, resonates and detonates, catches a wave and rides it out beyond the sunset into a new day's rising. This is the band's Pet Sounds, only without the poor-me parts; more to the point, it's the Peppers' Smile with bright, shiny teeth. God knows what the hell Anthony Kiedis is on about (fine...AIDS, junkies, peace in the San Fernando Valley, goddamned gang-bangers--all the usual stuff, only more so), but only because it's hard to care. Frusciante, Flea (Bootsy Mingus in a city of angels, or studio pros, with clipped wings) and drummer Chad Smith are less band than bond; the third or fourth listen in, you might notice there's some dude singing, or whatever it is he does, but by then you won't mind.