Think back to your childhood; who was your role model or idol? Every person thirty-something and under will always hold a special place in their heart for the 90’s, one of the most changing and innovative times of the millennium. We saw everything from the rise of the internet to the stint of High School massacres. While the Boy Band trend was polluting every major radio station, the Seattle grunge scene was on its demise, and the emo movement was still in full force (Jimmy Eat World, Saetia, Sunny Day Real Estate, etc.), silently sweeping grimy clubs in Washington D.C. to packed arena in L.A., Third Eye blind was on the rise, soon to be one of the most memorable and influential bands of the 90’s.
Saying that Third Eye Blind is the biggest musical influence on me would already be stating the obvious. Of course this review will be full of bias, I grew up listening to this band; they’re here to stay. Unfortunately, the band has a stigma of being a “one hit wonder”, due to the large commercial success of “Semi-charmed life.” What the mainstream doesn’t know is that underneath the poppy “do do do’s” and catchy chord progression, a violent addiction to crystal meth is discussed. There are millions of copies of their 1997 self-titled release, half of which wasting away, collecting dust in hole-in-the-wall discount record stores. Their most recent effort, Ursa Major, will be that Pledge cleaner to remove the dust on their reputation, and bring Third Eye Blind back.
Third Eye Blind has countless fair-weather fans, claiming to “love” them, but alas, only has “Semi-Charmed Life” on their ipod. It was challenging to watch their performance, thirty-something drunk couples were mumbling the words to one, maybe to song. There were twenty, at most, die-hard fans in the room, Pouring their heart out in songs such as “Motorcycle Drive-by” and “The Background”, as they were a mere ten feet from their idols. No further preamble or introduction needed, if you’re a true fan, stop reading. Please go buy Ursa Major, you won’t regret it.
All Time Low is a love/hate band. I used to be a hater. I would be the prototypical music elitist/ snob; you know, the type that shuns modern pop-punk music while bragging about being a Neutral Milk Hotel fan. While I still have my roots in Death Cab For Cutie, Radiohead, and Thursday, I'm not looking for music to be reinventing the wheel; Sometimes it's all about fun. When it's a warm Saturday night and you're rolling around with your best friends in your car with the windows down, you're not looking for a revolutionary CD such as Radiohead's OK Computer. You're not looking for a depressing, lamenting voice about the struggle of the human race. In my case, I'm just looking to have fun. Simple, upbeat powerchords, and sappy lyrics will encourage hand claps rather than self-loathing.
Go support an energetic, deserving band such as All Time Low.