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A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
by Decaydance
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Audio CD
Publisher: Decaydance
This Las Vegas band strives to create a unique sound by blending melody-driven rock with dance. This is a rock record you can dance to; that's fun and sincere at the same time. Produced by Matt Squire (Northstar, The Explosion, The Receiving End Of Sirens). Panic! At The Disco is the first band signed to Pete Wentz's (Fall Out Boy) Decaydance Records, a Fueled By Ramen imprint label. "...Imagine The Faint meets The Postal Service with all of the pop sensibilities of a Blink 182" - Peter Wentz. Touring with Fall Out Boy, The Starting Line, Motion City Soundtrack, and Boys Night Out this fall.
Barely out of high school when signed as the first act for Powered By Ramen's new Decaydance imprint, guitarist Ryan Ross and drummer Spencer Smith of Panic! at the Disco had previously cut their musical teeth in a local Las Vegas Blink 182 cover band. It's that familiar, contempo-punk-pop sensibility, bolstered by the amped-up emo-core ambitions of singer Brendan Urie (typified by the snarky gem "The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage") that dominates the opening tracks of the album. It's a shrewd hook, one the band steadily expands -- sonically and lyrically -- thereafter. The nervous energy of "London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines" is set off by sonic embroidery that's sounds as intriguing as the vocoder shtick of "Nails For Breakfast..." does dated. Yet "Camisado" quickly shakes up Supertramp's prog-pomp with a double-shot of modern punk-pop smarts, an alchemy the band and producer Mint Squire performs with similarly inventive, genre-blurring ambition (complete with a quasi-Grand Guignol "Intermission" nearly worthy of Queen) on "Lying is the Most Fun..." and such standouts as "But Its Better If You Do" and the arch delight "Build God, Then We'll Talk." Too many young bands are content slaves to fashion; this one has forged a promising debut by shrewdly taking fashion hostage, then standing it firmly on its head. -- Jerry McCulley
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| One of my Favorite Albums |
| Customer Rating: 5 out of 5 |
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If your looking for something that falls out of emo steroe type than this is it. It has a great sound all of the songs have an upbeat sound and brendon urie has a great voice it's just such a great mix. You sould buy it if you think it sounds like something you like not based on the stupid reviews that some people have written or by the one I'm writing. Give it a shot you know you want to.
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| Customer Rating: 1 out of 5 |
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I swear every generic emo band like Fallout Boy, Taking Back Sunday, and the mighty awful Panic At The Disco must have the same singer cause If you hear them its the same voice. Now that I let that out of my chest this is by far one of the worst bands I had the displeasure of ever hearing, nothing about it is original, sadly enough when I was still in high school I was subjected to hearing this crap non-stop that I wished I pulled a Van Gogh on myself, this band has no redeeming value whatsoever, they are just a another generic band that copied an equally bad band called Fall-Out Boy who let's face it, only caters to adolescent girls, thank god this band ain't relevant anymore, do yourself a favor DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS GARBAGE, reading a book on car seat belts is more entertaining, looking at cement dry is more exciting, hell even watching grass grow is awe gasping than listening to this generic emo crap.
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| Modern Rock Music at its best |
| Customer Rating: 5 out of 5 |
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This album is absolutely wonderful. Its been a long time since i heard an album that I liked from track one to thirteen, among this best are 'London Beckons Songs About Written by Machines' and 'I Write Sins Not Tradgies' also 'Build God, Then We'll Talk' and among some of the other longer track titled songs. Even single track hits the mark, and displays not only how wonderfull musicians Panic! is but how gifted a lyrist Ryan Ross is. This is an blum that I would probably still be listening to 30 years from now.
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| Do not bother with this album. |
| Customer Rating: 1 out of 5 |
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This album is terrible. Reading the lyrics sounds like some angry kid scribbling bad poetry into his journal. If you're into that sort of thing, I'm not knocking it (I was a angry teen once and scibbled bad poetry. Still write bad poetry. Still angry, just older). As for putting this junk to music? NO. I can't believe this is popular.
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| If they fired the singer, they'd be much better off. |
| Customer Rating: 3 out of 5 |
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Brendon Urie's voice is incredibly annoying. Apparently someone told him that his awful, constant, and way-over-the-top vibrato sounded good, and he took it to heart. The album would be half-decent if it weren't for that. It would be more than half-decent if it weren't for his voice AND some of the more juvenile lyrics.
I saw these guys at a festival, and I was very impressed by their energy. I was also very happy to see a fairly popular young band doing a nice job playing real instruments and not screaming about how awful their lives were. Unforunately, I was kinda bummed when I got the actual album.
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Introduction
Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage
London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks
Camisado
Time to Dance
Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
Intermission
But It's Better If You Do
I Write Sins Not Tragedies
I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just ...
Build God, Then We'll Talk
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