It's not a pretty sight when punk bands hit pay dirt. Their loyal fans, already surly and disaffected by nature, tend to react as though somebody ruffled their mohawks. Imagine how miffed they're going to be when they read this: Blink 182, a raffish San Diego outfit somewhere to the left of Green Day, will make a top-10 debut on this week's Billboard album chart with "Enema of the State." It's bad enough that we're writing about them in NEWSWEEK.
Fortunately, there's no trace of sellout in "Enema's" torrent of tommy-gun melodies and gleefully obnoxious lyrics. Sample: "Nobody likes you when you're 23/What the hell is ADD?"
Blink 182--the name supposedly refers to the number of times Al Pacino says "f--k" in "Scarface"--has lost none of its artistic immaturity. The video for "What's My Age Again?" features the trio romping about in their birthday suits, covered only by an armada of tattoos. "There's nothing more awkward or funny-looking than a naked dude," says bassist/singer Mark Hoppus, 27. Gigs at skateboarding events earned the boys their street cred. Now they're headlining the Warped Tour. That's bad news for punk purists trying to cope with seeing Blink 182 all over the place. It will be hard to miss them: they're the ones without any clothes.