Move Along

1	Dirty Little Secret 3:13
2	Stab My Back 3:10
3	Move Along 4:00
4	It Ends Tonight 4:04
5	Change Your Mind 3:40
6	Night Drive 3:25
7	11:11 P.M. 3:04
8	Dance Inside 4:02
9	Top of the World 3:25
10	Straitjacket Feeling 3:37
11	I'm Waiting 3:37
12	Can't Take It 2:52

All Music Guide

The All-American Rejects' effervescent 2003 hit "Swing Swing" sounded like a pop-punk adaptation of Better Than Ezra, and their sophomore effort makes this mix even more apparent. The earnest racket of an outfit like the Get Up Kids is also a component in Move Along's sound. But the Rejects blend and sculpt those influences with keyboards, choirs, pianos -- there's even a classical guitar on "Top of the World" -- and the result is superficial midrange pop with appeal for a general audience of casual listeners. (Fans of Wakefield, Something Corporate, Switchfoot, and American Hi-Fi should take note.) The Rejects rock out a little on "Night Drive," "Dirty Little Secret," and "I'm Waiting" -- the guitars crackle anxiously, and Tyson Ritter and Nick Wheeler's breathy harmonies soar like they mean it. There's also distortion somewhere in "Stab My Back," but it's buried under acoustic guitars, vocal overdubs, and mournful keyboards. Move Along has some memorable hooks, such as those on the title track or "Change Your Mind" -- and, living up to its title, it moves along efficiently, usually keeping the pace at a snappy midtempo. The songs are also impeccably arranged, even if they're relentlessly processed and some of the instrumentation seems like overkill. (A children's choir? Come on....) In other words, it's easy to like the All-American Rejects if you're looking for 21st century mainstream rock that takes very, very few chances but does offer solid melodies and easy to swallow take/break and night/flight rhyme schemes. Johnny Loftus

Rolling Stone

The Rejects haven't lost their knack for writing propulsive toe-tappers that have just enough adolescent ennui to make it fair to call them emo -- and mean it in the best possible way. Jenny Eliscu