New Found Glory & Package Prove Pop Punk's Still Not Dead

September 30, 2021

After a long year that felt like at least four, and a scare that the tour may fall through when Canadian pop punk powerhouse, Simple Plan, dropped off... the day finally came to strap up the camera and head back into the photo pit for one of the best pop punk tour line ups ever assembled.

Last Wednesday September 29th  New Found Glory brought the "Pop Punk's Still Not Dead Tour" to Starland Ballroom in Sayreville, NJ. A tour that seemed like it could fall through the cracks quickly revamped itself if not for the better! Bringing along longtime ska/skatepunk veterans Less Than Jake and the scenes hottest new pop-punk band, Hot Mulligan, this package was bound to bring many anxious concert-goers and fans into the venues mapped. Wednesday proved exactly that, Pop Punk is in fact not dead. The New Jersey crowd started pouring into the venue early as excitement grew throughout the time after doors opened. For many, their first show back after the pandemic wiped out a whole year of shows and concert-goers expectations. It was clear New Jersey was ready to rock the night away.


The tour package's first act, Lolo took the stage. The pop-act from Canada quickly showed that they were comfortable and at home right on stage with acts such as Hot Mulligan and the tour veterans. Playing different songs from their discography it became clear to me why they were on the package, they had a little bit of something for everyone to appreciate. The hooks that lured you in to sing along even when you've never heard a song kept the crowd engaged the entire time which can be tough to do for an opening act. It was a refreshing sound to finally hear live music again and Lolo did a great job at getting the crowd into their set and prepped to the rest of the night.

Second up, probably the most anticipated live set of the night for myself, was Hot Mulligan. The Michigan based band was a late addition to the tour package, but one that got me extremely excited about covering this tour.  Hot Mulligan has been on a trajectory and they are bound to be one of the biggest bands in the scene in the coming years. Coming to the stage the crowd showed a bit more energy for this one as it was clear that the New Jersey natives were a little more familiar with the guys from Michigan. Filling their time on stage with some of their most powerful songs, Hot Mulligan did not disappoint. Playing songs from their most recent release, ''you'll be fine'', to older jams from their discography, their set sent you on a rollercoaster with its peaks and valleys of emotion. Sky is the limit for this band as they bring such raw emotion to each one of their songs and tap into influences that can hit many different generations. For an elder emo like myself, they remind me of "Brand New, Motion City Soundtrack, meets Jimmy Eat World" while a touch of new wave pop-punk sounds like in the realm of Tiny Moving Parts.


  1. OG Bule Sky
  2. *Equip Sunglasses*
  3. Digging In
  4. Losing Days
  5. Featuring Mark Hoppus
  6. Bckyrd
  7. Dirty Office Bongos
  8. How Do You Know It's Not Armadillo Shells?



Soon the veterans time came to take over and they did. First at it was Less Than Jake. I haven't seen this band since my teenage years, and I recall the last time seeing them was at Starland Ballroom so it was great to see it come full circle. If you've ever been to a Less Than Jake show then you know, it was a hell of a time and they pulled out all the stops. From their antics on stage, to supplying the crowd with props to mess around with the energy throughout the set was unreal. Each word poured in over the barricade to the point where at times the band itself was drowned out. Though around for many years, Less Than Jake has not lost a step at all. They are still in their prime. If there is a definition of an ideal supporting band, look no further. LTJ brough the crowd to a whole new level, and really got everyone amped and ready for New Found Glory.

Last but not least, the main attraction took the stage. New Found Glory was the first band I have ever seen live, when they opened for Blink-182, and it felt great for them to be the main reason why I dusted off my camera and got back in the photo pit. 


As always, New Found Glory brought it. Playing a full packed set of all their hits, I'm not sure if the crowd ever got a breather. Opening things up with their hit single, Understatement, sent things off from the get go. The crowd singing along extra loud probably because of how long its been since they set foot in that building or at any show for that matter. Crowd surfers poured over the baracade keeping security on their toes but all in good fun. Though in their forties, just like Less Than Jake, New Found Glory has not lost a step. Its been how many years.... and these guys continue to put in the same amount of passion and energy into every live performance they do. If it were me I would be living on ice. Below find NFG's set list for the night.


Understatement

Truth of My Youth

King of Wishful Thinking (Go West cover)

Greatest of All Time

All Downhill From Here

Something I Call Personality

Truck Stop Blues

Sincerely Me

Vicious Love (with LØLØ)

Dressed to Kill

Kiss Me (Sixpence None the Richer cover)

Failure's Not Flattering

Nothing to Say

Hit or Miss

Don't Let Her Pull You Down

Head On Collision

Forget My Name


Encore:

Let It Go

(Kristen Anderson‐Lopez & Robert Lopez cover)

My Friends Over You


As you can see this set was filled with energy from the get go, and never stopped until it was over. Fans stayed until the very end even on a week night and it was clear they weren't worried about tomorrow. I highly recommend that everyone stop over to the remaining tour dates if it hits your city because you will bear witness to the fact that... Pop Punk's NOT Dead.

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