Walk The Moon Shows Its Vivacious Colors

For dropping "Shut Up and Dance" on the world Cincinnati's Walk The Moon has earned my unqualified respect. There was enough bounce in that song to make a kangaroo and its family insanely jealous. The brand new "Different Colors", lifted from the "Talking Is Hard" CD, possesses similar perky qualities. Walk The Moon knows how to be nimble, bottle that quality, and spread the love for audiences around the world to enjoy. They already proved during "Shut Up and Dance" that they know what a catchy chorus should sound like. Booties shook. Dance floor effervescence ruled the roost. "Different Colors" isn't as boyishly cute but retains the charm needed to encourage repeated listening. Each band member leans into his rhythm. The finished product leans towards adrenaline first, last, and foremost. Lead vocalist Nicholas Petricca deserves most of the credit for keeping the vigor at a respectably high level. Sean Waugaman takes to his drum kit fiercely. What snarl there is to be had from this outing comes largely from his ferocity. Of course solid guitar playing represents the spark to ignite any musical inferno worth the matchbook it's affixed to. Cue Eli Maiman into the equation. The boy intertwines himself greatly in these proceedings. He doesn't show off for the crowds which is great because his technique doesn't warrant theatrics. Simple works just dandy. His focus stays with top shelf musicianship. Now...onward to what Nicholas is presenting in service to his gregarious tonsil flashing. Wordsmith Nicky runs to the well that provided smashing aural refreshment through "Shut Up and Dance". My meaning points out that Greek theater depth isn't the chord this band strikes. They throw a giddy mindset up against the wall and, later on, we see what sticks. Judging from the first verse Nicholas stalling daylight long enough to explode with youthful attitude. He claims "We'll be rude, we'll be loud as long as it takes. Doesn't matter the generation...youth commands the spotlight complete with devil may care hot to trot spunk. Verse two adds to the fiesta Walk The Moon throws doggedly. "This is why, this is why, we crank the dial to the right. This is why we're biting the bullet. We know the kids are right." "Different colors. We carry each other. We're just different colors." Hands thrown in the air optional. There are bands you'd be afraid to bring home to mother and then there's Walk The Moon, a bunch of articulate chaps who aren't trying to exhaust you psychologically. If you're focused on the waves of loose limbed rapport they're trying to sell you then that makes them a happy foursome. "Different Colors" rocks out in a manner that got Red Bull spark to back it up. Bassist Kevin Ray can be held responsible for that truism. "Shut Up and Dance" smiled at you and asked if you wanted it to be part of your wedding reception playlist. In short "Different Colors" comforts you by reintroducing you to the same four guys who squeeze every drop of charm from their bodies until you're soaked. In this case different translates into the same winning formula.