A seventh album that advances the genre not an inch
Surely the return of [a]Blink-182[/a] should’ve been the spark that saw Lock Up Stage also-rans [a]New Found Glory[/a] explode from superfluousness. Instead, the Karl Pilkingtons of skate punk release a seventh album that advances the genre not an inch – growing pains bellowed along to ‘gnarly’ guitars and everything else that [a]Charlie Simpson[/a] made cringeworthy back in 2003. With pace set to ‘perky’, the occasionally impressive hooks of (oh yes) ‘[b]Summer Fling, Don’t Mean A Thing[/b]’ and (oh no) ‘[b]Dumped[/b]’ merge into a glossy mud from which nothing to rival ‘[b]All The Small Things[/b]’ emerges. And if you’re not aspiring to the benchmark, why bother?