LOS ANGELES — In his seminal 1981 book “Simulacra and Simulation,” cultural theorist Jean Baudrillard argued that Disneyland is emblematic of reality’s collapse into perpetual imitation. “Disneyland is presented as imaginary in order to make us believe that the rest is real, whereas all of Los Angeles and the America that surrounds it are no longer real,” he writes.

On their seventh album, the LA county pop-punk stalwarts Joyce Manor remind listeners why the band’s origin lore, which involves day-drinking Four Lokos at Disneyland in 2008, is so apt. In the nearly two decades since their debut album, the band has descended further into millennial nostalgia, unironically cosplaying their ’00s influences with little creativity.

That’s not to say they haven’t maintained a loyal fanbase — if Baudrillard were alive, he may have chalked up Joyce Manor’s sound more to cultural fluency than creative stasis. In “I Used to Go to This Bar,” that yields about 20 minutes of nine polished, catchy tracks that will unapologetically transport listeners to the teen angst of the early aughts.

Much of the album, like its titular track and the existential dread-filled “The Opossum,” embrace pop-punk tropes, like power chords, simple lyrics and relentless tempo, to a tee. But a couple songs attempt ambition by incorporating additional, still nostalgic, sonic elements, like almost funky bass lines in “After All You Put Me Through” and monotone vocals on “All My Friends Are So Depressed.”

“Hey, you knew it all along / I was ashamed and I was wrong / Hit the bong, wrote a song / Fell asleep for way too long,” frontman Barry Johnson sings in his subdued, melancholic voice over jangly guitars.

What unites their pop-punk and these disparate styles is the unwavering commitment to the past — there is no realized innovation, but that doesn’t mean it’s not fun to listen to.