This is the Blink-182 album I want to grow old with. OK, I'm already pretty old. I'll be 40 in a few years. What am I doing listening to Blink-182 albums? I don't know. But it also seems like Blink-182 doesn't know what it's doing making Blink-182 albums. The uncertainty works here, though. This album is a fiery launch into unknown outer space, an insane escape from the sophomoric hijinks that defined them here on earth. The boys in Blink-182 are men now. I am also a man. Sort of. I'm a man who understands what the new fathers in Blink-182 are experiencing, circa 2003. They are scared. They are not what they once were. But they are exploring new ways of being. The songs on this self-titled masterpiece are dark and weird, and every one of them is beautiful. DeLonge's whole life has been building up to "Asthenia," and in a way mine has as well.