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Review Summary: A glittering, heartless mess. My Chemical Romance have taken some abuse in the past few years, and not all of it has been deserved. The tabloid media would have the world believe that Gerard Way and Co. are single-handedly responsible for the gloomy, effeminate legions of ‘emos’ that once dominated Myspace, which unfortunately made the band an easy, obvious target when the inevitable backlash occurred. But while they contributed to the metrosexual revolution, they were really just a pop-punk band with a keen sense of drama and fashion. Their breakthrough album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, was a stomping, tongue-in-cheek experience filled with teenage anthems, and even though it sounded a little forced at points, it hung together in a perfectly respectable manner. Sadly, in comparison, The Black Parade rang hollow, feeling like a half-assed retread of their old material, with just a thin sheen of eyeliner trying to make up for a lack of new ideas. There was still hope, though; still a chance they would come back swinging. Unfortunately, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys is a grotesquely superficial record, with all the drama of their previous material still in place but none of the personality and heart. With this latest stinker, it’s hard to shake the impression that My Chemical Romance have finally become a parody of themselves.
Danger Days is a patchwork of recycled motifs, all tastelessly stitched together to form one giant mess. There’s a tangible lean toward glam-rock, with the pointless energies of ‘Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)’ sounding like a disturbing rehash of Gary Glitter’s work, and the tacky electronic intro to ‘The Only Hope For Me Is You’ displaying the same artistic integrity as the average Bloodhound Gang b-side. The crisp choruses that once bolstered MCR’s songs are barely visible this time around, with stale melodies weighing them down. Even in tracks like ‘Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back’, where Way puts in a little effort, it all sounds deeply tired, as if the singer has lost conviction in the childish subject matter he’s been knocking out for nearly a decade. This would have been forgivable if the quality had remained the same, but lyrically the album is a huge step down, sounding truly amateurish at points. The concept of the record, which sees each member take on a role of one of the ‘killjoys’, is fatuous, unrealised and fails to distract from the glaring lack of content in each song. Although far from the worst offender, ‘Bulletproof Heart’ gives a good indication of what the listener can expect, beginning with Way sombrely intoning ‘Gravity… don’t mean that much to me. I’m who I’ve got to be.’ And this was the product of four years work? With rumours of an imminent split, it’s starting to look as if the Romance is over, and judging by this record, divorce never seemed so sweet.
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Didnt even know they had a new one, I bet it sucks. Good job as always.
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"And this was the product of four years work?"
Looks like they wasted their time.
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Album sucks balls
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The last line to this review is awesome. I think the album is pretty average, but I can certainly agree with all the points you made about it being this bad.
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quite possibly the gayest band outside of the post-rock and emo genres
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But while they contributed to the metrosexual revolution,
pretty sure you're misusing "metrosexual"
fantastic review though... haven't heard this, but I'm assuming I will and will agree with your thesis
is there anything redeeming about this? reads more like a 1.5 or so, but oh well
either way, pos... nice job : )
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thank god someone wrote about this atrocity before anyone tried to give it some credit for whatever reason. spot on.
this album ruined my morning.
nice review, by the way.
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MCR have been bearable in the past even if they're one of the poster-children of society's musical ignorance (the whole 'emo' thing)... but this is their downfall, I'm assuming
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Yeah, I don't know why I hit 2 instead of 1.5. Will change. I thought metrosexual meant guys acting/dressing like girls - am I wrong?
edit: yeah, it's their downfall. It makes TBP look great in comparison.
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that's crossdressing
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not really...
this is metrosexual
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this is MCR fan
[img]http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs27/f/2008/076/a/3/me__alec__the_aussie_emo_kid__by_emoxalec17.jpg[/img]
big difference
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see how they both look gay
but different
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Changed it. Although they do both look homosexual, yes.
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Oh and thanks everyone
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Where'd you get my picture, Sea?
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I always thought of metrosexual as being guys who spent as much time/effort/money on their appearance as girls, or in the less-PC sense, gays. I know that stereotypically meant uber-preppy straight guys who plucked their eyebrows, got manicures and shopped at Banana Republic, but I assume that it could also mean the guy who spent $100 on a cut and dye job and spends the first hour of his morning straightening his mop and putting eyeliner on.
awesome review as usual Phleb
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I always thought of metrosexual as being guys who spent as much time/effort/money on their appearance as girls, or in the less-PC sense, gays. I know that stereotypically meant uber-preppy straight guys who plucked their eyebrows, got manicures and shopped at Banana Republic, I assume that it could also mean the guy who spent $100 on a cut and dye job and spends the first hour of his morning straightening his mop and putting eyeliner on.
^ anyone who does that cannot call themselves a man.
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I always thought of metrosexual as being guys who spent as much time/effort/money on their appearance as girls, or in the less-PC sense, gays. I know that stereotypically meant uber-preppy straight guys who plucked their eyebrows, got manicures and shopped at Banana Republic, I assume that it could also mean the guy who spent $100 on a cut and dye job and spends the first hour of his morning straightening his mop and putting eyeliner on.
damn inveigh, don't have to get personal on here
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sorry Defeater, I didn't mean to expose your beauty secrets
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yeah dude fuck
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