As Blink-182’s curtain dropped, the ground opened up in front of us and where there had been a milling crowd of festival-goers there was suddenly and surreally a dark chasm. There was nothing to do but to charge forward with everyone else; I can remember little about the first two songs other than being trapped in a human dishwasher, the crowd hurling me about with inhuman efficiency.
The ‘pit soon settled, just in time for the one-two punch of “Rock Show” into “What’s My Age Again?” Whenever the boys played a song I recognised (like “Always” or “First Date”), it was incredible, with everyone chanting along and a fantastic, crisp sound (ring-in drummer Brooks Wackerman did a great job), but there were too many unexceptional tracks in between. Their announcement “From now on, nothing after 1997!” got the biggest cheer of the night.
Still, I enjoyed myself – they didn’t waste too much time with banter (aside from a skeezy “Tits out for the boys” interlude), and the finale of “Josie” into “Carousel” into “Dammit” (with a “Family Reunion” coda) was everything you’d expect, complete with an impromptu circle pit opening up behind me as confetti rained down upon the crowd.