Blink 182- Wasting Time
This song belongs on the soundtrack of some American Pie-style end of high school/entering college summer bro-medy. That might sound like somewhat of a backhanded complement, but I genuinely mean if in a good way: this song’s combination of pop hooks, jagged sloppy production, and the bratty, sophomoric style of comedy that my entire generation fell in love with at one point perfectly encapsulates everything that makes pop-punk such a fun genre to listen to. And it’s topped off by one of Mark Hoppus’ best early performances, bleating out lyrics full of earnestly nervous insecurity that anyone who was once 15 can instantly relate to. In my town you can’t drive naked either, Mark. I feel your pain.