Tom DeLonge’s life and work have become punchlines about aliens and enunciation, respectively, but the erstwhile heart of Blink-182 deserves more than a meme’s backhanded affection. Sure, his work with Angels and Airwaves can be turgid and corny, but that’s sorta just what happens when a pop-punk kid falls in love with U2 and the Cure. We’ve all been there. DeLonge is still there, and that’s okay, because no matter where he is, he’ll have his tender and wounded wonder of a voice, which channels adolescent anguish better than just about any other singer in rock music. by Chris Stamm