Blink-182
– One More Time…
Blink-182 used to sound like teenagers who didn’t care about anything. Now, they sound like adults who care too much—and it works. One More Time… is the band’s full-circle moment, not a desperate cling to past glories, but a reluctant reckoning with everything that’s come since. Cancer, plane crashes, breakups, reunions—it all bleeds into the mix. And somehow, amid the mess, they rediscover the pulse that made their three-chord tantrums matter in the first place.
Tom DeLonge is back, nasal and cosmic as ever. Mark Hoppus sounds older, wiser, still snarky, but heavier with experience. Travis Barker? He’s not just drumming anymore—he’s orchestrating chaos with precision. The album doesn’t pretend they’re the same band that made Enema of the State. Instead, it leans into the emotional weight they earned the hard way. There’s humor, sure—but it’s the kind that laughs to keep from crying.
The production is clean, maybe too clean in places, but the heart’s there. They blend pop-punk urgency with arena-scale sadness and somehow avoid turning into their own tribute band. It’s not about chasing youth. It’s about confronting everything that happened since they left it behind—and trying to find meaning in the ashes and eyeliner.
Choice Tracks
One More Time
The title track cuts deep. Built on a sparse, echoing guitar and Hoppus’ weary vocal, it’s a conversation with ghosts—both literal and figurative. No forced sentiment, no schmaltz. Just the raw ache of three guys realizing they might not get another shot. Easily one of the most emotionally honest songs they’ve ever done.
Anthem Part 3
As the opener, it does exactly what it should: remind you why you ever cared about this band. Fast, loud, and dripping with energy, but not juvenile. There’s a sense of urgency here that isn’t about rebellion—it’s about survival. Blink growing up without growing dull.
More Than You Know
This one hits like a sucker punch. The hook is massive, with Barker pushing it into overdrive. DeLonge’s voice carries that mix of defiance and desperation he perfected years ago, and now it’s aged into something more fragile. Still catchy as hell, but now it stings a little more.
Edging
It’s got that bratty smirk the band built its name on, but with slicker execution. Hoppus and DeLonge volley vocals like it’s 2001, but the guitars are bigger, the humor sharper, and the punchlines land harder than they have in years. Pure Blink, reborn.
One More Time… isn’t a comeback. It’s a reckoning—a battered, loud, heartfelt reintroduction from a band that knows exactly how much time they’ve wasted, and how little they might have left. Blink-182 grew up. Finally. But thank God they didn’t grow boring.