Post by rachel on Jun 13, 2008 12:09:12 GMT -5
Panic At The Disco - Pretty. Odd.
This is no wet dream for this web zine. No !, no Chuck Palahniuk references, No sing-along until your tongue twists vocals, I just don’t understand what happened on Pretty. Odd.
I’m not going to be the one to throw Panic At The Disco, now newly repping the loss of their exclamation, under the bus, but this album is missing something that A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out had. I’ve listened to the album two times over now, and it just doesn’t seem to be grabbing me the way their over night success first album did.
It isn’t a terrible album; it is just lacking the intensity and energy that was found in their debut album. It’s almost as if these guys put every ounce of energy, creativity and intelligence they had into their last album and were totally dried up in the making of this one. I mean, they replaced the dance hall sound of Build God Then We’ll Talk and There’s A Good Reason with the twangy banjo Splash Mountain-esque Do You Know What I’m Seeing, Folkin Around and I Have Friends In Holy Spaces. The lyrics are also lacking. “I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I like it a lot.” Doesn’t hold a candle to “I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.”
If I wasn’t expecting Panic, I could find something I like in most of the tracks, but songs like Pas De Cheval and Mad As Rabbits lead me to believe in an upcoming hook and just let me down. Too much sitting in a rocking chair on a front porch, not enough dancing, not enough techno beats, not enough !.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I would almost positively enjoy this album, and I think deep down I do, if I wasn’t expecting A Fever times two. But that’s what artists do. They reinvent themselves. And who am I to criticize that, after all, my favorite band is Brand New… For now I need to go listen to Lying Is The Most Fun and remember why I first started liking this band.
This is no wet dream for this web zine. No !, no Chuck Palahniuk references, No sing-along until your tongue twists vocals, I just don’t understand what happened on Pretty. Odd.
I’m not going to be the one to throw Panic At The Disco, now newly repping the loss of their exclamation, under the bus, but this album is missing something that A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out had. I’ve listened to the album two times over now, and it just doesn’t seem to be grabbing me the way their over night success first album did.
It isn’t a terrible album; it is just lacking the intensity and energy that was found in their debut album. It’s almost as if these guys put every ounce of energy, creativity and intelligence they had into their last album and were totally dried up in the making of this one. I mean, they replaced the dance hall sound of Build God Then We’ll Talk and There’s A Good Reason with the twangy banjo Splash Mountain-esque Do You Know What I’m Seeing, Folkin Around and I Have Friends In Holy Spaces. The lyrics are also lacking. “I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I like it a lot.” Doesn’t hold a candle to “I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.”
If I wasn’t expecting Panic, I could find something I like in most of the tracks, but songs like Pas De Cheval and Mad As Rabbits lead me to believe in an upcoming hook and just let me down. Too much sitting in a rocking chair on a front porch, not enough dancing, not enough techno beats, not enough !.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I would almost positively enjoy this album, and I think deep down I do, if I wasn’t expecting A Fever times two. But that’s what artists do. They reinvent themselves. And who am I to criticize that, after all, my favorite band is Brand New… For now I need to go listen to Lying Is The Most Fun and remember why I first started liking this band.