Panic! At The Disco The over-orchestrated slick-shlock of these pretentious gits is what you get upon combining ’80s synth-coated dance drek and the titanic self-absorption of Emo. Like a biological warfare experiment gone horribly wrong, once the music of these acts (c.f., The Bravery, too) leaked out into the atmosphere it begat an army of eyeliner-wearing, teenage mallrat mutants whose narcissism made them, in effect, zombies. Panic is the type of disposable band whose discs used to crowd used CD bins as soon as their legions matured at least to the point where they realized heartache is actually pretty banal, and Kohl on men quite stupid looking. Touring with Fun. (Note: the annoying punctuation is theirs) and Foxy Shazam. $35.25. The Fillmore. www.livenation.com.
This article appears in May 31 – Jun 6, 2011.
so, who wrote this review of panic! at the disco? stephenie meyer? because the elitism and the over-use of ‘big words’ sounds a whole lot like her to me.
I came here to look and see if there were any reviews for this band since I have been following them for awhile. But when I got here, I realized that the only person editing articles about them was a pretentious try-hard. Sad, really, since he’s bashing one of my favorite bands to try to appeal to his so called hipster following. Good luck with that, bro. Your hair is gray, it’s time to give up the hipster thing and move on because it’s starting to get weird. Plus, you’re writing reviews for a little known website out of Charlotte, not the New Yorker.
To anyone reading this – check out the band before you take this guy’s word. You might find a band worth listening to.