Panic at the Disco's new album, Pretty. Odd. comes out next Tuesday, so of course there is no possible way I could have conceivably heard it yet, so of course this is a completely hypothetical review. And hypothetically, this record failed to meet my generally low expectations of mainstream mediocrity.
"Nine in the Afternoon" is the only song on the record that contains any trace of catchiness, yet it remains less memorable than any track from the band's 2005 debut, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out. "Folking Around" is folking terrible. The majority of the lyrics on this album don't make sense ("And if the birds are just hollow words, flying along, singing a song, What would they do, if they knew what they could do"), and the majority of the instrumentals are just boring.
Seriously, Panic at the Disco... are you folking kidding us?!?
1 comment:
I agree wholeheartedly. Actually, your review sounds a lot like mine. Haha.
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