There's something mercurial about punk rock: a snapshot of intense, snobbish certainty about one's ideals or predilections or foibles. There's an incendiary moment that ends in a flash. In other words, ideally, punk bands should pull the plug after a string of singles or a handful of albums, leaving fans to wonder what might have been while disparate members go on to coalesce in new and slightly different bands that offer slightly skewed takes on the genre's limited palette. Nth generation brat-punk trio Blink-182 missed this memo and overstayed their welcome, transitioning from dick-joke three-chord pop to the Cure before flaming out in acrimony. Subsequent side projects underwhelmed, but tatted-up drummer Travis Barker got his own reality show and befriended a great many rappers. Now, lacking the courage of their individual convictions, they're back to cash in on your thirst for "What's My Age Again?" specifically, and pre-9/11 nostalgia generally. We hope you know better than they do.
Wed., Sept. 7, 7 p.m., 2011
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