"You can only blame your problems on the world for so long, before it all becomes the same old song."
I have a dirty little secret. I always skip about half of the songs on this album. How is this one of my favorites, again? Well, to be frank, there isn’t a 100% perfect Fall Out Boy album. I said it. Now, deal with it. Patrick used to rummage through Pete’s bile diaries and pull out bits and pieces that were sharp enough to slice your wrists and your ex-girlfriends' hearts. He shot them like arrows to heaven with his soaring voice and (as their career went on) glistening production. Here, a slight majority of the time, he manages to make Pete’s best musings about adultery, rampant dark-pride, smug drug use, and even regret into gloriously funky anthems and self-reflective ballads. The best we could expect from them came at the end, in their usual slap-dash manner. Come back, guys, we need your messy imperfection to keep us sane.