Blink 182-Adams Song
Punk hates itself as much as it hates the world, the adolescent anger that fuels it becomes self loathing with very little provocation. Suicide is not unknown, and other behaviors that are so self destructive that they become de facto suicide are common. Pop Punk, the watered down, kids all aright fun younger brother of “real” punk does not have the same issues though. Which makes this song bizarre–moving away from the puerile shit jokes and the adolescent sex gags, it is a painful document of teenage depression. It speaks the voice of punk musically, but also in the sheer documentary power of the images. The idea of giving property up, rooms sealed up like morgues, apple juice spilled in the hall. All of the details strike me as not only true but accurate. It is not angry, but sad-and this sadness cannot be recovered.