If you haven’t pumped your fist (or cracked a beer) by the time they get to a full-on keyboard-driven rave-up on “End Of An Empire," it’s time for a blood pressure check. The band has a sensitive side too — “We are damaged goods; we are damaged but we’re still good,” they sing on the nostalgic “A Temporary Fix” — but the majority of the no-filler 34 minutes of “Somewhere on the Golden Coast” is a loud, driving dedication to rock ’n’ roll’s propensity for keeping us from working too hard. And they don’t sound anywhere near ready to quit, either.