Jimmy Eat World – Damage
When was the last time you rode in a time machine? I’m fucking serious, Marty. If you happen to be a member of the pushing-thirty, suburban white kid crowd [Ed. Note: shut up] time machines really do exist. The difference is that they’re powered by emotionally bent lyrics and acoustic guitar instead of lightning bolts or steam. I feel like I’m in high school when I listen to Jimmy Eat World’s new album Damage, and I’m old enough now to admit that I don’t give a fuck how that makes you feel.
As a whole, Damage is on the softer side when compared with the self-titled debut album you’re most familiar with, or the follow up, Futures, that started the journey into the more lighter iteration of Jimmy Eat World that remains to this day. Mind you, none of this is bad. People hate change by default, but all it means is something different. Every song still sounds like Jimmy Eat World. They’re still making music two decades into this little adventure.
At the end of the day, you’re the only that can make the decision about whether or not you care about another Jimmy Eat World record that sounds kind of like a lot of their other records. Maybe even exactly like a lot of their other records. It’s not my favorite, but I’ll take it. New albums mean more tours and that means getting another chance to see them play the old hits live. Speaking of which, Jimmy Eat World will be at The Vic Theater on August 18, 2013.