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blink-182 | Chapter Eleven

As positive as I am about their previous material (pre-California, obviously), this is a depressive shit-heap of an album and there’s nothing to like about it.

Matt Skibidi and Mark Hopeless just do what they did on their last album but with annoying trap beats, groan-worthy forced vocals, even shittier and more dumbed down lyrics and no original ideas. It’s slightly (slightly) more creative than California in areas, but it is a good good chunk worse it as well. There is nothing positive I can say here. This makes me appreciate the shitty songs on Cheshire Cat.

The best songs on here are low grade songs for this band. I have no urge to ever listen to them or this entire album for that matter. It’s upsetting how bad this thing is. Ugh. Leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

It was so bad that Tom Delonge would join back three years later in secret and start a new era for the band.

Favorite Tracks: None

Okay Tracks: The First Time

Least Favorite Tracks: Every other one