I miss when All Time Low was all about unashamed emotion, intelligent lyrics, and the kind of music that could lift a heavy heart or keep it from sinking lower in the middle of the night when the rest of the world has fallen asleep but you just can’t. I don’t mean to sound like some sort of elitist when I say this, but I can’t help but feel this way the past couple of years whenever they release something new.

I always want to like it, but it doesn’t click with me the way it used to. The bold color of their music has faded to this sort of pastel quality— like how chalk drawings on the pavement look after a rainfall or two.

At least they’re doing what they love and they’re still making people happy. I’m just being a whiny teenager that doesn’t want to grow up without taking my blankey with me.