It’s easy not to like Blink-182. Even though all three band members are over 25, they still make jokes about Uranus and ‘beating meat’, write lyrics about ejaculating into socks and brandish tattoos and lip-rings as the essence of punkish cool. Worst of all, their detractors say, they don’t play serious music.

Well, actually, they do. And as a skate-punk Hamlet might adlib in some forthcoming Baz Luhrmann rock opera, there’s the rub, dude.

On their fourth studio album, the cringemakingly titled, Take Off Your Pants And Jacket, Blink-182 wield their instruments with consummate chutzpah and no little skill.