If you were – like me - hoping that a return to an independent label for the first time since 2001 would also mean a return to Plain White T’s older sound, then you are going to be in for a surprise. I was seriously digging the band’s first two albums, but ever since they got a taste of success with “Hey There Delilah”, these guys dropped the punk part from their pop-punk and seemed content with cranking out uninspired pop tunes instead. And that’s no different on “American Nights”.
Songs like “Pause” and the extremely cheesy “Heavy Rotation” are already bad enough, but things become absolutely cringeworthy when these guys start flirting with folk in “Dance Off Time” and “Here Come That Sunrise”.
One thing the Plain White T’s seemed to forget is that not every American night is memorable. A lot of them lead to bad decisions and terrible hangovers in the morning.