Pretty. Odd.

I love this cd! It's not as good as the first one, but its panic at the disco, so you can't go wrong. I love the line "you remind me of a few of my famous friends". You call it self- importance, but it's all tongue-in-cheek. I highly doubt they were being serious when they wrote that. I think it's a wonderful album.

Both albums by Panic! at the disco are great. I admit that some of their lyrics may not be appropriate for younger audiences but from tweens on up, they say nothing that kids haven't heard before, trust me. They are clever and entertaining. Clever enough, it seems, to fool Common Sense. The part where it says "Little deaths in musical beds", should not be classified as Violence, but Sex. The song to which it belongs to is called That Green Gentleman, and is about an old flame, or girlfriend or crush or something. Little deaths in musical beds, refers to this flame sleeping around. How? In french, little deaths, or Le petite mort, is popular sexual reference meaning orgasm. Musical beds refers to the game, I'm sure you and your kids have all played, Musical Chairs. In this game, you hop from chair to chair. In Musical BEDS, you hop from bed to bed. So let's add it up, orgams+hopping from bed to bed= sleeping around, not litterally killing small people in beds that sing. -_-

panic has outdone themselves with this masterpiece. instead of wimping out and making some kind of repeat of a fever you cant sweat out (even though i do love that album) they stepped outside their box and expieramented with new styles. They took a risk and it turned out for the best. Just a recommendation- northern downpour is amazing.

I really, really did love "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out", despite the fact that most of the pathetic band-wagon bands nowadays cling to that album as one of their inspirations. But what made that album so fun and musically enjoyable was the creativity and underdog feel, with the energy blazing through each song. And while I understand that Panic At the Disco can see that so many poseur bands are just jumping the pop-punk-wish-I-were-emo train for the fans, and want to set up their own niche that will keep them from growing stale (ala My Chemical Romance)-- but when you're one of the kings of the genre, it's for a reason: you're good at what you do. They shouldn't have worried about being cooped into a sub-group with generic artists just looking for a buck, since they have the talent to stay fresh-- and they're one of the bands that MAKE the other bands look generic. So with all that said, I really wish Panic had stayed to their original style. Rather, they've opted for an infusion of pop-rock with mild 60s stylings (a trend a lot of bands are adopting nowadays-- which, ironically, means they're trying to jump the bandwagon before it forms; doing the EXACT thing they want to avoid). The wishful 60s throwbacks are evident much too easily, especially in the choice of guitar chords chosen, and the fact that the opening song even included mixed strings from "Abbey Road". And, it seems, with the loss of the exclamation mark from the band name, the symbolic energy an exclamation mark implies was also lost in the process. The songs are not nearly as bombastic, lack most the the endearing theatricality and wacky musical stylings/lyrics of the first album, generally follow the same vocal pattern of the sing-songy up-down rhythm-- and, not to mention, Urie sings in an octave up most of the time from the voice he usually sang in which makes it sound more forgettable; unfortunate, since his pleasant low voice was fun to listen to, and he now reverts to too much vibrotto in his singing now. The circus theatricality-- which stemmed from the pattern of a low vocal intro, with bombasts of intruments and a greatly varied pitch throughout the song-- has been lost with the more general vocal melody, and the effects and instruments are underused, spent trying to moderately imitate the style of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club". My last complaint is that the album all seems too thought out and processed-- it's pretty obvious that "Northern Downpour" is likely to be their next single, and is meant to be the song all the fans love. This sort of calculation takes more genuity out of the album, which it had already lost in transition to a different style. So, undoubtedly, all the "OMG" fans are going to think, well, "omg" about this album, but Panic's serious musical fans (generally the ones out of middle school, let's put it nicely) are going to enjoy this effort far less than "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out", though it still has enjoyable enough songs. (And as for content, of course, there was really nothing objectionable on the album other than the still-present sprinklings of narcissism which are already too present in the modern media. Other than that, the label-edgy lyrics of the previous album are utterly gone.)