What Matchbox Twenty was to the late '90s, Maroon 5 is to the '00s through today. Think about it. Both bands have a number in the latter half of their names. Both bands are made up of 4-5 normal-looking white dudes. Both bands filled the top-40 friendly rock and roll quotient during their prominent years. I’m sure that if Matchbox Twenty and Maroon 5 ended up at a party together, they’d just get along swimmingly.
Sure, there are marked differences in the apparent styles of these two alt-rock ensembles. The Maroon 5 sound is slightly more up-beat, whereas Matchbox Twenty’s songs are typically a bit more bass-heavy and baritone. Maroon 5 uses a numeral to represent their titular number, and Matchbox Twenty spells their number out. These bands are alike in the roles that they played, or continue to play in pop music. For the girl too indie for bubblegum boy bands, and not angry enough for pop-punk, Matchbox and Maroon provided a different kind of favorite boy band: the alternative boy band. Thus, some stylistic similarities were bound to occur.
Let us count the times that Matchbox Twenty and Maroon 5 demonstrated the fact that they are pop music twins, separated at birth.
They sneak into public places to rock out
Matchbox Twenty — "If You're Gone"
The rooftop of this condemned building is perfect for some impromptu jamming.
No place like an empty canal for a spontaneous concert.
They've both performed duets with music industry legends
Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana — "Smooth"
Ah, who can forget sweaty Rob Thomas growling along to Carlos Santana's riffing?
The frontmen give serious face to the camera
Matchbox Twenty — "Real World"
Don't let the camel hog your camera, Rob.
Adam Levine loves himself an opportunity to make intense eye contact with the lens.
Rob Thomas & Adam Levine both grew their hair to an inadvisable length
Behold, the Florence Henderson flip.
A faux-hawk so unwieldy, so sinister, the world never truly recovered.
Their songs have had extremely questionable lyrics
Matchbox Twenty — "Push"
Levine sings, "Baby, I'm preying on you tonight/ Hunt you down eat you alive." These lyrics are basically the externalized thoughts of a pickup artist named "Enigma," leering at you ominously from the other end of a bar, waiting to spike your drink with rohypnol. Not OK.
You see what I mean? They're basically the same. How's that for a Monday afternoon epiphany?