There’s a pattern to Jimmy Eat
World’s setlist tonight: a handful from their most recent three albums
to open, followed by a much longer set of songs from the three prior
(breakthrough Clarity, bigger breakthrough Bleed American, and fanbase consolidator Futures – which,
judging by the average age of tonight’s crowd, is the period in which
most here first fell for the band’s heart-on-sleeve sound).
The ratio is then repeated, slanting their performance emphatically towards their early-to-mid noughties creative peak, whilst still giving a good account of more recent, ever-slick endeavours –– best represented this evening by Damage’s highly burnished pop melody.
Yet, predictably, the highlights are all of an earlier vintage: Lucky Denver Mint reliably sets the neck hairs tingling; Pain receives a particularly enthusiastic singalong; while The Middle concludes the encore in the most appropriate way possible – with passion, compassion, and one hell of a catchy chorus.
The ratio is then repeated, slanting their performance emphatically towards their early-to-mid noughties creative peak, whilst still giving a good account of more recent, ever-slick endeavours –– best represented this evening by Damage’s highly burnished pop melody.
Yet, predictably, the highlights are all of an earlier vintage: Lucky Denver Mint reliably sets the neck hairs tingling; Pain receives a particularly enthusiastic singalong; while The Middle concludes the encore in the most appropriate way possible – with passion, compassion, and one hell of a catchy chorus.
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