All Time Low Basks In The Good Times

The musical cohesion present in Towson, Maryland's All Time Low's single "Good Times" proves to be its ace in the hole. From the outset lead guitarist Zack Merrick gets the momentum going, setting us all up for a fond reminiscence of high school memories one is loathe to leave behind for the memory bank. Likewise Rian Dawson kicks out some worthy beats on drums underscoring the youthful playfulness this song uses as its bread and butter. I like the well worn feel of the video, scratchy but well-loved. The silhouette of what I presume to be the band members makes for an air of mystery. You get nothing but tenderness from the lyrics to the song. Try not to get all choked up recalling the sweetness of the moment. Verse 1 gets right to the point..."On a fault line, late night. Underneath the stars we came alive. And singing to the sky just felt right. I won't forget the good times while the punks started picking fights. with the skater kids under city lights. Remember how we laughed 'til we cried. I won't forget the good times. If that's not tear jerking enough the chorus should help you rip through a box of Kleenex or three. Check this out if you're not believing what I say..."I never want to leave this sunset town. But one day the time may come and I'll take you at your word and carry on. I'll hate the goodbye but I won't forget the good times. Alex Gaskarth delivers a hearty storyteller vocal which makes only too clear how bittersweet parting really is. Jack Barakat does singular work on lead guitar. Again it speaks to the devil may care attitude possessed by the band as a unit. The end of the video concludes with the shutting of a scrapbook with a spade on it. The collection of memories made complete. As sounds go "Good Times" has this light ethereal quality about it that goes well with a warm sunny afternoon. Drop some nice power chords in view and what could be an average jam turns into a real passion play. It's a great time for "Good Times" given our ever present need for nostalgia. Welcome to the party boys.