Close to ten years on from that release however and Plain White T’s have officially become a career band (well, what do I know anyway?) with the release of their seventh (and latest album) American Nights. So how have the band grown in this time?
Well, American Nights is more rounded and realised than anything I’ve heard from them before, seeing an end to that almost try hard childish pop punk sound that they had and saying hello to an even more radio friendly rock-pop sound. But that’s actually where the band commit their biggest crime, creating that modern non-committal emotionally emotionless  template that overproduced mainstream albums have these days. Songs likeStay with it’s mindless, emotionless repetition of the lyrics; ‘love me, just love me’ without the kind of desperation that such a statement should contain, alongside track, and obvious lead single, Pause with those boring and contrived festival sing-a-long ‘woah-oh-oh’ moments are ten-a-penny on American Nights which surely will leave a sour taste in the mouth of any music listener that wants to experience something real.Sure, for Plain White T’s this is evolution, maturity and evidence of some form of song writing craft but at the same time, American Nights just spits of a band who are so desperate to be liked by the masses despite the fact that they clearly have absolutely nothing to say and while American Nights shows the bands growth in terms of creating a whole product from an album rather than relying on sole singles, as a whole this just feels like another album to add to the download collection of music fans who like everything and anything but adore absolutely nothing.

By Craig Taylor-Broad

Craig is a photographer more than a writer which is strange because he used to spend a lot of time telling people that he was a jack of all trades and master of none.