All Time Low Turn The Fillmore Detroit Into a Pop-Punk Revival

Detroit,Michigan(November 3,2025)-By any measure, All Time Low’s return to Detroit on Monday night was a raging success, not only for the Maryland quartet, but for the 3,000 fans who packed The Fillmore to its rafters. The show, part of their Everyone’s Talking tour, was a celebration of perserverence, evolution and unapologetic fun, a statement that twenty years in, All Time Low still know how to turn a sold-out show into a high-voltage celebration of everything they have accomplished…..and then some.

The band, Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat, Zack Merrick, and Rian Dawson arrived with the kind of polish and precision that showed just how much preparation went into this tour’s production. The night opened with a tongue-in-cheek, documentary-style video that introduced each band member like a cast of sitcom characters, complete with bloopers, canned laughter, and a quick flash of Barakat hamming it up from a bathroom stall. It was pure All Time Low: irreverent, self-aware, and oddly endearing.

Then, under a single spotlight, Gaskarth appeared alone, acoustic guitar in hand, to perform “[cold open],” the fragile curtain-raiser from Everyone’s Talking. His voice, warm and slightly ragged, filled the room with a hush that lasted exactly one chord past the final strum. After a few moments of emptiness, the lights blazed to life as the rest of the band stormed onstage and tore into the opening salvo of “Oh No!” and “SUCKERPUNCH,” two of the new record’s lead cuts. That quick transition from intimacy to anarchy set the foundation for the next ninety minutes:loud,unpredictable and deliriously alive.

As the band settled in and found its rhythm, nostalgia began to weave itself into the chaos. The Fillmore’s balcony literally bounced during “Weightless,” the first of the band’s mid-2000s anthems to make an appearance. By the time Gaskarth reached the chorus “Maybe it’s not my weekend, but it’s gonna be my year” the crowd had taken over the vocals entirely. From there, it was a relentless mix of new material and fan favorites, seamlessly bridging the bands catalog between different eras of their career. Songs like “Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don’t)” and “Backseat Serenade,” sent fans into nostalgic overdrive, while fresh cuts “English Blood // American Heartache” and “Goodnight, C’est La Vie,” showcased how much tighter, moodier, and more mature All Time Low’s songwriting has become without losing the playful chaos that made them famous.

Visually, the production was a riot of childhood nostalgia. The stage looked like it had been built from a giant set of toy blocks, cylinders and cubes strategically stacked for ease of movement, all glowing brightly under the intense lights. It was whimsical, dare we even say silly, but it worked to perfection.Between songs, Gaskarth’s quick wit kept things loose. “I see Pikachu in the pit,” he quipped mid-set, squinting into the crowd. “It feels like we have a Disney actor in here tonight.” Moments later, Barakat leaned into the mic to announce, “I could live here,” after praising Detroit’s crowd energy — a familiar line, maybe, but it drew cheers all the same.

If there was any doubt that the band’s chemistry remains their secret weapon, it was erased by the onstage banter. Barakat’s guitar antics bordered on slapstick,tossing picks by the dozen, mock-kissing his bandmates, sprinting from one side of the stage to the other like a over-caffeinated cartoon character — while Merrick anchored the madness with signature scintillating basslines. Behind them, Dawson’s drumming kept everything in check propelling songs like “Sleeping In” and “Glitter & Crimson,” with a precision that kept all the musical chaos intact.

Midway through the set, the band paused for “Something’s Gotta Give,” and Gaskarth issued a challenge: “Find a sturdy, willing partner — it’s shoulder time.” Within seconds, the floor transformed into a sea of elevated silhouettes, fans lifted high as the song’s soaring chorus kicked in. Later, a surprise appearance by Eric from the home-town hero’s band, I Prevail, turned “Hate This Song” into a shout-along eruption that blurred the line between pop-punk show and full-on rock festival.

That balance, between nostalgia and reinvention, has always been one of All Time Low’s greatest strengths. The new material from Everyone’s Talking doesn’t chase trends or cling to youth; instead, it finds the band reflecting on their history with both gratitude and a wink. Tracks like “Little Bit” and “The Weather,” radiate a self-assured maturity that feels earned, the sound of a band that’s grown up but refuses to get boring or rely on the past.

As the main set closed with “Monsters,” the Fillmore was all movement — fists pumping, lights flashing and confetti swirling. Fans screamed for more, and the band obliged, returning for an encore that stretched the night just long enough to feel like one of the old concerts we all continue to reminisce about years later.

A brief drum solo from Dawson served as the prelude to “The Weather,” one of the strongest cuts from the new record, its bittersweet melody washing over the historic venue like a sigh after the storm. Then, as always, came “Dear Maria, Count Me In.” The opening chords alone were enough to send the crowd over the top. Two decades after its release, the song remains a pop-punk national anthem and on this night in the heart of the Motor City, it felt like a shared memory come roaring back to life.

There was something poetic about watching the sold-out Fillmore shake under the weight of that chorus. All Time Low have weathered controversies, evolving tastes and the slow fade of a genre that once ruled the airwaves. Yet here they were, playing to a sold out venue packed with a crowd that spanned three generations — parents with kids on their shoulders, teens mouthing every lyric, and adults who first discovered the band on burned CDs and Myspace pages.

For ninety electrifying minutes, none of that mattered. What mattered was the connection — the kind that can only happen when a band that refuses to fade meets a crowd that refuses to forget. All Time Low didn’t just bring their Everyone’s Talking tour to Detroit. They brought proof that after twenty years, they’re still very much worth talking about.