Some people are never going to understand what Gerard Way et al. brought to the world. That isn’t an empty teenage retort. I’m over 30 for fucks sake. This was envisioned as a concept album but became fractured somewhere between thought and execution. The cracks were filled with raucous anthems and a smidgin of their own flavor of cabaret before being brought to life by impassioned screams. MCR were never content with delivering songs to keep you sobbing in the corner. They wanted you to rise up and kick life’s ass all the way across the ball room.
Those who get it know that it’s not just about what MCR brought to the world, but what they’ve kept in it.
Songs of Note: It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fucking Deathwish; Cemetery Drive
4½ Forcibly Vacated Graves out of 5