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Blink 182 : Take Off Your Pants And Jacket
Teenage dirtbags' grunge-pop juvenilia
For the sad fact is that Blink-182 are now indistinguishable from the increasingly tedious 'teenage dirtbag' genre they helped spawn. Their one saving grace is the frequency with which they say 'fuck' and mention number twos, shit-stabbing and sex with elderly relatives. We learn on 'Happy Holidays', for instance, that, "It's Xmas Eve and I've only wrapped two fucking presents/And I'll never talk to you again unless your grandma sucks me off".
This theme is further developed in the 'secret' outro track where a dog, your mum, your dad and "a fucking pirate" 'get fucked in the ass'. Very Viz. Very funny. But apart from that it's boring. The same old, same old 'rebellious' 'teenage' (ha!) whining (and who needs THAT when you've got Eminem?). The same old, same old session-musician take on 'punk'. And pathetically disingenuous lyrics about being nervous on dates and heartbreak and stuff. Yeah. As if.
In short, Blink-182's attempt to portray themselves as lovelorn social rebels and street punks is about as convincing as S Club 7 selling themselves as E'd-to-the-tits über-clubbers. But not half as funny.
The only other track worth mentioning is 'Give Me One Good Reason' which appears to be a post-Columbine plea for social tolerance. Girls who "pierce their nose" get a mention. As do heavy metallers with their "awful pussy hairbands". Because "it's cool when they piss people off with what they wear - oh yeah!". But once again it sounds like all that sanitised, castrated, shrink-wrapped 'new wave' crap that the major US record companies pumped out circa 1981 in their belated attempt to jump on the 'punk' bandwagon.
So, Blink, got any more amusing thoughts? No? That's it, is it? Fuck right off then.
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