Even if the song surrounding the chorus is subpar, you know that all those progressions lead into something great. Try not to shout along to any of them, it’ll pain you. What this album makes even more prevalent about Walk the Moon is they know how to write a fucking chorus. The rock infused journey down the memory lane of 80s pop music, that’s not as straight forward as Bleachers’ Strange Desire, is clear nonetheless. The album kicks off with their second single off the album, “Different Colors.” The single adroitly gives you a taste of what’s to come. Walk the Moon took that sentiment and threw it in our faces with the triumphant return that is Talking is Hard. So, when their second album was announced there was the overall feeling of excitement, but an underlying dark feeling of dread that we’d hit a sophomore slump. Every time I go back to the album I can’t fathom how absolutely catchy it is or how a band was able to hit a home run in their debut. It’s just an 11-song marathon of jam after danceable jam infused with glorious rock tropes and infectious pop melodies. I dare you to find me someone who didn’t at least like Walk the Moon’s self-titled debut album.

Different colors walk the moon album