Or maybe five years ago it was funny singing about ejaculation, heavy-petting going wrong and getting frisky in the back of a clamped out motor.  Doing that all over again especially when you're in your 30s and married with children just doesn't have the same effect any more.  Well, not thanks to Jackass any way.

Aiming to fill out an arena is never a good thing.  Wembley is piss-poor for good sound, good views and comfort.  It also means things have to be bigger and brighter to make any sort of impact particularly for the poor souls stuck at the back.  Picture Blink 182 and a stack of amplifiers and that is it.  Tonight's not even sold out.

The trademark songs - 'What's My Age Again?', 'All The Small Things', 'The Rock Show' and 'First Date' - sound lacklustre and hollow, while 'Stay Together For The Kids' and new single 'I Miss You' are barely audible let alone noticeable. No one can be bothered to stir up the mosh-pit, not helped by the big banner on display that warns the perils of crowd-surfing ("Don't do it!  It's dangerous!")

Other than Travis Barker, who pounds the skins of his drum kit with such gusto, discarding his sticks for a new pair after every song, Hoppus and whiney-voiced Tom DeLonge look bored with their half-arsed performance, yearning to be do something more exciting.  Changing diapers would probably be an attractive option than forcibly exchanging idle small-talk, which is not only limited but embarrassingly over-rehearsed.  

An explosion of ping-pong balls and Hoppus' last-minute act of rock'n'roll defiance - chucking his guitar on the floor - marks the end of what was, to put it bluntly, a lousy gig and at just over an hour long.  For £17.50 (plus booking fee and the obligatory £3.80 cheese burger from the van parked outside), I'd feel extremely short-changed.  For the Blinker boys, it's a case of rubbing their eyes and looking further than the end of their noses.  
(2/5)

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