Watching contemporary "punk" bands such as Blink-182 is like witnessing the evisceration of a movement -- its essence gutted and reduced to a few standard moves, no different from watching an overripe Mick Jagger, tongue over crusty lips, trafficking teenage rebellion when the closest he comes to it these days is the age of the women he dates. As one contemplates the rotting corpse of punk rock, perhaps while a Ramones song scores a car commercial in the background, we are presented with the nostalgia tour of the DK Kennedys, or three-quarters of the original lineup of the Dead Kennedys, minus their bullhorned... More >>>