![]() ![]() Bon appetit!Įven the intermission in this album is worth hitting the repeat button. Before serving, squirt in some Cabaret fun and you're good to go. Let it simmer for about four minutes a song in lively tempo and shifting beats of techno. Then prepare a soup made up of a cup of xylophones chiming here and there from time to time, a dash of theatrical spunk, a slap of Ryan's tongue in cheek wisdom put into life with Brendon's voice, a generous pour of jumpy guitars and straight out of another lifetime banging of the drums. What's the perfect recipe for a smashing album? A gigantic slab of medieval synths as main entree. When affairs are kept hush hush and men in masks are considered sexy! So you take out their CD and pop it in your player.īe prepared to be transformed to another era. For newcomers with 14-word song titles, they didn't appear trying to be artsy fartsy or just plain stupid. Trying to memorize all of them was enough to keep my entertained for an hour. Wait 'til you get to the song titles then. So Typically Panic! At The Disco - a kooky mix of past and present. A Pamela Anderson wannabe in the middle of medieval dolls in mini skirts and stilettos. The cover is enough to make you stop and take notice. They sound as if they been in the scene like the U2 or something.īut the group is mixing oil with water - electronica and good ole rock and roll - and making it taste delish. Mind you, the album is a debut and these guys are my age! They don't sound amateur at all. It should now read as: 9) Be a KitKat Club cabaret girl (with corsets and all) and perform with Panic! At The Disco. (Forgive my momentary lapse of judgment during my Pieces of Me phase.)Įnter Panic! At The Disco - the messiahs from Vegas.īring out all the KitKat Club costumes and edit that number 9 on my ten things to do before I die list. Apparently, the same thing can be said in the States. Everything is beginning to sound the same, nowadays. My cousins from the States share my woe about the OPM scene. Lyrics like that never fail to seal the deal for me. ![]() Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety - But It's Better If You Do I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Of course, these sentiments were pre- Thom Yorke's The Eraser, my growing fondness for Bjork, seeing Pedicab live with their Dizzy Girl, 3D glasses wearing music.Īnd that smashing P!ATD performance during the MTV Music Awards - complete with cabaret girls and top hats!Īnd isn't this exactly where you'd like me Or Dayang Dayang and Aringkingkingking (with pahabol Aringkingking) that was synonimous to the "biyaheng langit, kumapit ng mahigpit" mini buses of Cavite. I equate the genre with all these hideous dance remixes we have to gyrate to back in high school during the weekly (or God forbid!, daily) exercise routines after flag ceremony. Panic! At The Disco - A Fever You Can't Sweat Out ![]()
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