At last, it is what it is, a watered down pop punk record meant to be substantial. Guess what.
A loveable, faster, gothier, darker record that'll turn the place on fire.
Hellacious live album that represents the craze they became. The joke banter can be funnier yet still come out as inadequate, but, it was blink at its finest.
They sound so diverse in here that'd made me say the only reason AKNF comes out as a best it's because of Fat Lip and In Too Deep. A classic canadian punk release.
A pop-punk classic by all means, short, two recognizable hits and a strong start. One of my faves from this era, although from the Sums, DTLI took the 1# spot a long time ago.
Edit: I used to sleep to this album. Somewhat still good, there's tracks that are literally filler. The album title does not deliver, you're welcome.
This is the deepdown hole of the worst pop-punk could ever be. Pure songs for literally (not even teenagers) kids.
Now, there are more hardcore-y tuned songs than the prior releases, but in here it is becoming less interesting and more cringeworthy.
A great evolving process that equiparates the following statement: they weren't made just to be your newest band cashing on the blink-sound formula. They came and delivered, not a AKNF part two, but a heavier side they were meant to take.
My Friends Over You is bigger than Hit Or Miss? All I know is that it stands out.
Thank God for punk rock bands, and to be still youthful at heart. Bye, Delonge, thank you lots; welcome Matt Skiba. Skiba? Who the f--- is Matt Skiba?
The album grew on me, after ignoring the amount senseless hatred toward this newest addition. Tom didn't seem to continue with this rather than finishing the chapter and move on for more dreams of his. That's fine. I need him healthy and happy doing his thing.
When it comes to my relationship with California, it confirmed what I always knew: ... read more
Not as a strong of a comeback album as it was expected but criminally underrated. Its biggest flaws are found in co-frontman Tom Delonge, insecure to as fail or to succeed at bettering the trio and the feel to protagonize another record to feel fullfilled, it didn't stop Mark and Travis to not let it disrupt the whole procedure.
It doesn't require much words to tell they went through the glass ceiling and cemented themselves a gigantic wolfpack compared to the typical copycats they were/are associated with (that they're even responsible for paving the way). This, right here, holds up as a masterpiece.
Stellar record, Tom and Mark went at the very top, Travis... hands down, totally outstanding. This is Tom's record, btw. This is that blink-182 album regarded as a magnum opus, which also contributed to their demise ... read more
They leveled up their game a bit far from Cheshire Cat, crafting an perfect balance between pop-punk and fully skaty punk rock. And always opening albums with off-kilter moshing jams. If Pathetic was a girl, I'll marry her as other guys will make an ass of me talking about how Dumpweed is lights years ahead. The ground was already set to make the next big step.
Coming in with an Screeching Weasel/NOFX/Descendents love, these suburban youngins delivered adolescence simplicity mixed with raw skate-y punk tunes that'll make you grab your board and ran away to live without any worries, except the girl you're trying to fall in love while dropping corny jokes. Their potential is there but the road is still far so work has to be done. Good debut.
It holds up to this day as a definite example of the genre. And the cleaniest, cheesiest of their catalog that prepares them for a nosedive into the unknown. I wanted to say that it was weaker (due to the jokey skits), but it can be passable if you just wanna have fun.