jueves, 8 de enero de 2009

Review : Panic at the Disco - A Fever You Can´t Sweat Out (English)





We will start adding some reviews from our favourite albums to this site. They will not be reviewed by professionals, just by fans. Who better to give advice about an album than the person who buys and listens one and another time?. So please forgive us if we are not enough technical. Let´s start with our first review.


Panic at the Disco - A Fever You Can´t Sweat Out

By Marina Díaz




Panic at the Disco is the outstanding band at that time composed of Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Brent Wilson and Spencer Smith. Their debut album was A Fever You Can´t Sweat Out. It´s a lively album, full of rhythms which keep your head constantly spinning around with their mixture of futuristic elements and powerful drums.

The album starts with an Introduction representing radio interferences which highlight what we will be able to listen next. Without further ado and not even leaving a second in silecne, we face The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage, unexpected cheeky song riding on a frenetic ryhthm which stresses the beginning of the album.

We follow through London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines, considered by the fans as the most difficult title to memorize. Just in front of our eyes we find lyrics full of criticism towards the obstacles that upcoming bands must overcome and the commercial aim of music industry.




Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks and Camisado take us inside a hospital with lots of patients too ill to be cured which we can draw in our mind thanks to the music. It´s just by listening to them that you can realice how realistic and earthy they are.

Rhythm changes in Time To Dance, depressing lyrics and fully energetic music. She´s not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention, She didn´t choose this role but she´ll play it and make it sincere.

Following with the insolence which dominates the whole album we find Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off. Sexual relationships between teenagers who are not mature enough to understand what they are doing. And he unable to forget about the girl. Soft rhythm at the beginning, the vocals almost unplugged and then, little by little, the base grows up.

Intermission sets the meridian of the album, starting totally dance to follow with a piano solo increasing steadily as if it were part of the soundtrack of any horror movie.




But It´s Better If You Do shows to us how a young man tries to forget a girl in a cabaret, no doubt the best place to do something of the kind.

Considered by the critics as the best song in the album, I Write Sins Not Tragedies tells about a wedding where things start to go bad when the nervous groom listens to the guests murmuring about the dubious morality of the bride. Notwithstanding, as the lyrics remember to us, facts musn´t be taken to heart and that way perhaps the wedding goes on. It was released with an incredible videoclip directed by Matt Squire, where a circus band saves the wedding.

I Constantly Thank God For Esteban takes us to a boring church where a boy suddenly stands up and starts singing what he is just thinking, asking first of all for a little bit of self-confidence to the priest. With the same ironic taste that surrounds the whole album, the lyrics criticize the Church.




Accompanied by the sound of an orchestra and the atmosphere of a cabaret (never forget, best place to forget about a girl), last but one track of the album already shows the energy of the first steps. There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet is the longes title. It invites to sit down, leave the hat and coat at the cloakroom and enjoy the show. Obviously, not any kind of show.

As a magnificent finale to the album, the story of a girl whose virginity ends up in a motel bed just for money, a money she really needs. Build God, Then We'll Talk says goodbye to us with the last impressive verses of the album.

To sum up, this is an album full of rhythms which easily draw in our imagination, the fragrance of a circus, ironic, cheeky and politically incorrect lyrics. Moreover if we bear in mind that the band members were not over 20 when they composed them.




This is one of those albums which will live near the player and not hidden in the shelves.

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