The reunited Blink-182 were at MSG last night, but Saturday they played the cozier Borgata Events Center in Atlantic City, a carpeted function room used primarily, one assumes, for sports memorabilia conventions and casino-workers union meetings. The band split in 2005 (mostly because co-front man Tom DeLonge “couldn’t contain his shit”) and re-formed after four years of fruitless side projects, which hasn't left enough time off for a critical re-appraisal. But we like them!
And so do a bunch of other people, obviously, both young’uns who grew up with Blink-182 as their Clash, and O.G. fans now just a touch plumper in the mid-section. Other than the pre-show spectacle of seeing that overly-gelled, lip-pierced set mingling amidst the chain-smoking A.C. lifers, Saturday’s gig was no different than what you might've witnessed before their break. The band looks the same (Mark Hoppus, age 37, even broke out the extra-long Dickies shorts), makes the same dumb jokes (Hoppus: "This song is about love! This song is about love! this song is about fucking!”), and has the same old sound. No resentment was evident among the members, and there were no surprises on the satisfying singles-heavy set list (although they skipped the traditional encore charade). We could wrap things up with a little critical re-appraisal ourselves, but instead, we’ll just ask you to give “Dammit” another listen.