I'm a huge Panic! fan. Way too much of one to do this. I'm so faithful to them. And I'd hate to do this and then realize the new album is the best thing I've ever heard. But now I'm nearly convinced that will not be the case. So here it goes, enough putting it off.
Nine In The Afternoon.
Good, not great. Sarcastically and strangely repetitive.
Middle Of Summer.
Not up to standards, but good. Gave me some hope.
"Oh, how it's been so long."
Yes, it really has been. I missed you. You should come around more often.
"We're so sorry we've been gone."
Me too, I was patient though. I waited and I was a faithful fan.
"We were busy writing songs for you."
...Very blunt ones, I see. What happened to the wit that I fell in love with?
"You don't have to worry, 'cause were still the same band."
Well, you see, I do have to worry. I DO have to worry, Panic!, because you're still the same band, in essence. The same four men. But you're not the same as you were two years and seven months ago, you're not the same. Your music is not the same. Which is a good thing. Except for the fact that it's taken a plummet. I listen to music to be enthralled, to learn, to feel. The lyrics and the vocals catch me. The vocals are amazing as ever. Even more so. But the lyrics? I'm sorry but... No.
"We're So Starving."
Starving for what? Inspiration, motivation? Well I'm starving, too. Starving to hear something recent from you guys that isn't lacking in creativity and wit. Something that inspires me and moves me. Like every last line of your old music.
Come on, guys.
I can't be mad. I just can't. I love you way too much for that.
But please. PLEASE.
Bring Panic! back.
Don't be Boring! at the Disco.
Be Brilliant! at the Disco.
Like you always were before.
