A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
For those of you that love a concept album and after left with popcorn
flavored taste of urine after trying to figure out what the fuck was
going on in R. KELLY's “urban opera”,
Trapped In The Closet. And for all of you itching with anticipation for the release of QUEENSRYCHE's
Operation: Mindcrime 2;
Please allow me to introduce you to a little band that gave FALL OUT
BOY/Decaydance Records head-honcho Pete Wentz such a raging musical
hard on, he ran out and signed them after hearing only two of the three
songs they had written.
Ladies and gents… Cats and kittens… I give you….
PANIC! AT THE DISCO.
A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out isn’t PINK FLOYD's
The Wall,
but it is a fine soundtrack for an Alt-Rock musical about a young rock
star that learns about life, the music industry, love, lust, the
trappings of stardom and why you should always be on the lookout for
triflin’ ass bitches.
What you get in musical diversity and solid songs makes up for gaps in
the story arc that start to show up after “I Write Sins Not Tragedies,”
which has one of the best choruses I’ve heard in a while. “Time To
Dance, “ “Camisado” and "London Beckoned For Songs About Money Written
By Machines” are other standouts that showcase the cleverness of
Panic!’s writing style and shines a light on the fact these Las Vegas
lads have a very bright future.
