Since Myspace Blogs is being a Douche.. Panic at the Disco review for you!
Much has been made of the appending of the exclamation point on the name and the use of a different music style. I hate to get high expectations for movies and music because to watch or listen to it and be disappointed is worse than having no preconceived notions, but my damn addiction to music mags and the internet made that damn near impossible. Sadly though I was looking forward to the new album when I heard that it was taking said new direction and it was "Beatlesesque". Then I actually popped in the CD. Let me just say this, it is a good thing I could actually emerse myself in work and drown it out about 2 minutes into the second listening. See kids, this is why lowered expectations are key to happiness in life. Not only is calling this a "love note to the Beatles" or "whatever it is, it is pretty. damn. good." (yes, that review did have bad punctuation, like myself.) is giving these assclowns way too much credit and bastardizing the name of the Beatles. I actually had to buy The Magical Mystery Tour the other day so I could get an actual, good Beatles record. Today I gave the album another listen to, thinking maybe it would grow on me and time would give me a better perspective of the music and maybe grasp it a little more after I read about 10 or so reviews. Most were good and seemed to be in the 70% region (3.5 out of 5 stars) and I thought, these reviewers with talented ears must know what they are talking about. I mean, even Rolling Stone while picking it apart I felt, gave it that same 3.5 stars. So I thought, maybe I am wrong on this. Well, sadly, I may be the only one who seems to be right. That same Rolling Stone also had an interview with guitarist and lyricist Ryan Ross, and while people think he is a genius, now I think he is a douchebag. I mean, he talks about how much he paid for a vinyl (ooh, vinyl!) album of Bob Dylan and his obsession for overpriced guitars. The only positive part of that interview was he said that he gets depressed when he realizes how talented those musicians were, almost meaning he will never be as talented, and in his self deprecating, but not really way, you are so right, with no sense of wrong in that. At this point, and any point in your life, you are not, and never will be a Lennon, McCartney, Dylan, hell, even a Ringo. You will be lucky to get past a Hootie and or Blowfish with weak ass lyrics like:
I, I know why
Because when I look in her eyes
I just see the sky
When I look in her eyes
Well I, just see the sky
The thing that pissed me off most was that he said they are "embarrassed by and hate songs like 'Time to Dance.'" I was incredulous. I mean, seriously, how can you be embarrassed of something you wrote and something that got you so much fame and fortune to where you have the ability to write and record a new, shitter record? There maybe be missteps in the past, but you grown on them, not just shun them because you wrote them "When you were still in High School." You need to embrace it, not ignore it. Hell, look at Daniel Hunter from PlayRadioPlay! or even Bryce Avery from the The Rocket Summer, they wrote, powerful, meaningful songs when they were "Still in High School". It just proves the talent gap between someone who I could see as a prolific songwriter and some jackass who wrote a few catchy songs (which I actually, really liked, bastard) and pulls this shit. Maybe I am just reading too much into it, but I swear, but the lyrics so literal and smack of a yearning to grow up, rather than just maturation. It is a good thing to progress musicly, I mean, look at the progression in not only lyrics, but style from Brand New's Your Favorite Weapon to Deja Entendu and then even to the very drastic The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me. Someone mentioned that in a review that it was like how different DE and TDAGARIM are, but seriously, that is progression and mood change, not some underlying yearning to legitimize feelings about yourself by making you and your crappy music seem more important than they really are. Asshole.
P.S. I had all intentions to writing a legitimate review, then I just got pissed off halfway and got this, you can ask Libby, she has commented several times that I am furiously pounding out the keystrokes here, and that is because all I am saying is you can't polish a turd.
I, I know why
Because when I look in her eyes
I just see the sky
When I look in her eyes
Well I, just see the sky
The thing that pissed me off most was that he said they are "embarrassed by and hate songs like 'Time to Dance.'" I was incredulous. I mean, seriously, how can you be embarrassed of something you wrote and something that got you so much fame and fortune to where you have the ability to write and record a new, shitter record? There maybe be missteps in the past, but you grown on them, not just shun them because you wrote them "When you were still in High School." You need to embrace it, not ignore it. Hell, look at Daniel Hunter from PlayRadioPlay! or even Bryce Avery from the The Rocket Summer, they wrote, powerful, meaningful songs when they were "Still in High School". It just proves the talent gap between someone who I could see as a prolific songwriter and some jackass who wrote a few catchy songs (which I actually, really liked, bastard) and pulls this shit. Maybe I am just reading too much into it, but I swear, but the lyrics so literal and smack of a yearning to grow up, rather than just maturation. It is a good thing to progress musicly, I mean, look at the progression in not only lyrics, but style from Brand New's Your Favorite Weapon to Deja Entendu and then even to the very drastic The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me. Someone mentioned that in a review that it was like how different DE and TDAGARIM are, but seriously, that is progression and mood change, not some underlying yearning to legitimize feelings about yourself by making you and your crappy music seem more important than they really are. Asshole.
P.S. I had all intentions to writing a legitimate review, then I just got pissed off halfway and got this, you can ask Libby, she has commented several times that I am furiously pounding out the keystrokes here, and that is because all I am saying is you can't polish a turd.