A lot has changed since Blink-182 released their first album, almost three decades ago. Once the snot-nosed darlings of the pop-punk scene, the trio have a history as turbulent as it has been successful. A lot has happened since they released their last album, too, most notably the return of Tom DeLonge after a seven-year absence, Mark Hoppus’s cancer diagnosis and Travis Barker’s Kardashianisation.

Their previous album, Nine, took a more experimental approach, but their ninth record gets back to basics, which is both a good and a bad thing. Blink-182 have always revelled in nostalgia to a certain extent, but too many of these songs tread an eye-rollingly puerile line, from Dance with Me (“Yeah, we’re doing it all night long!”) to When We Were Young’s wistful reminiscence of “summer nights, making out in my car”.

The band are at their best here when they peel back the jokey layer to reveal real truths, whether it’s their own reconciliation on the title track, bitter ripostes to ex-partners on Bad News or the caustic vulnerability of More than You Know.

The music? Apart from the synth-pop outlier Blink Wave, it’s exactly what you’d expect of a Blink-182 album: breakneck drum beats, the occasional whooping singalong, plenty of serrated riffs and bouncy, barbed pop-punk melodies. Fans will be glad the trio have reunited but perhaps less happy to hear that they’re playing it reasonably safe, at least this time around.