Hell Below/Stars Above isn’t worth the wait, of course. Couldn’t be. Guess what? The fun’s gone, mostly. Not all of it, but the part that made it impossible not to turn the damn radio up — that’s mostly gone. Somebody sucked it out, they grew up, whatever. Times have changed. No more does the buying public worship the loud guitar, the throbbing drum, and the hoarsely phrased vocal — not the way it once did. The Toadies? They still rock as if it were 1994, only a half step more cautiously and a full step more professionally. There’s no " Possum Kingdom " here, so don’t go looking. But there’s still a pretty good rock band in Dallas, and that’s good enough news.