(Reprise)Part two of Green Day's album triptych finds them flailing ever further from the pop nous that has underscored their finest moments, as they plod through a set that's oddly leaden and largely witless. The likes of Fuck Time (yes, really) and Baby Eyes sound like a band desperate to recapture their adolescence, whether in the trying-too-hard swearing throughout or the one-dimensional riffing – neither of which is very becoming for men in their 40s. It isn't a total write-off: Ashley at...
Guardian Music — (Reprise)Part two of Green Day's album triptych finds them flailing ever further from the pop nous that has underscored their finest moments, as they plod through a set t... more info