Ok so hear me out. Dallon Weeks needs to make a pilgrimage to Ryan Ross and they need to start a band now. It either will be literally the most perfect music ever or they will blow apart within one album.
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if ur favorite panic! album is afycso u probably have a shitty home life and daydream a lot to escape, if its pretty. odd. u definitely fell in love with ur bestfriend at some point and smoked a lot of weed to cope, and if its vices and virtues u probably like fall out boy more than panic! and ur just there for the tunes but if its too weird to live too rare to die ur like...extremely bisexual...like this doesn't even have anything to do with girls/girls/boys ur just super fuckin bisexual
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Viva Las Vengance by Panic! at the Disco
Genres: Pop Rock, Glam Rock, Power Pop, Rock and Roll.
This is the seventh album by Panic!, and it is now officially their last.
This is a post I didn't want to write. I heard snippets of this album on social media and listened to Viva Las Vengence the song when it came out. I hated everything I heard and didn't want to stain the memory of what was once my favourite band.
Now that "the band disbanded" (Brandon decided he won't write any shit anymore), I felt a little weird not listening to the final part of their discography, given how impactful that band was to me in middle and high school. So I decided to listen to it.
The only songs I liked were ones where I could hear bits and pieces of the band they used to be: Viva Las Vengenace, Don't let the light go out, Local God (if it weren't about Ryan Ross), and Something about Maggie.
I actually had to listen to the album twice to get an actual opinion on it. The first time I listened to it, I thought "Hey, this isn't that bad".
But that's what the album is trying to do. It's music for people who don't think twice about what they're listening to.
This album is a confused collections of songs which are trying to be Theatrical, clever and interesting. Brandon completely and utterly failed at doing so.
The actual result lies between weird, awful and sometimes painful to listen to.
But I think this is enough about this awful album.
I'd like to title the rest of this post "A love letter to Panic! at the Disco".
before listening to VLV, I decided to take a tour of their discography, listening to each album once chronologically before I listened to their final one.
I felt two conflicting and opposite emotions doing so- I felt like I was both touring a graveyard and reliving my middle school years at the same time. From the grooviness and fun of Time To Dance, Lying is the most fun, Nine in the afternoon, Hurricane and so on, straight to the almost flashbacks of ninth grade I've had while listening to The End Of All Things, Always, and such.
I was reminded of how much this band shaped me. Of how much of my teen years were inspired by Panic!.
Panic! were my favourite band for I think around 5 yeras. from 7th grade up until right before I started this account and expanding my musical taste.
They were the soundtrack to the hard times I had with studying in High School. When I hung out and laughed with friends in middle scool, Panic! played. When I cried, I comforted myself with Panic. When I was bored with something, I played Panic to entertain myself.
The last time I've listened to their albums was when covering them here. It was closer to relistening than rediscovering them like it felt now. I was still in High School, and I covered them because I ran behind by a few days.
I don't think I've listened to a single Panic song since then.
Not because I didn't like them, I just fell in love with other music.
And I fell in love with them again
The band I loved so much was as good as I remembered.
Having gained some distance from high school, and having enlisted in the army, feeling the way I felt when listening to some pop punk and alternative rock is a weird feeling.
It feels like coming home on a wednesday with a shit ton of math homework, and ignoring it to instead play minecraft with friends.
It feels like going to school on a monday, bored out of your mind, wishing you could read your book instead.
It feels like going to the library on a friday and coming back with 10 books, and giving half of them back by Sunday.
It feels like going to the mall with friends and talking about who likes who and how mean is your English teacher.
It feels like Home.
And I want to thank them.
Thank you Panic for your years with me.
Thank you for being the band which shaped me the most.
Thank you Ryan Ross for forming this band I love so much
Thank you Dallon Weeks for going the way you went with TWTLTRTD, possibly my favourite album by them.
could've done without the last two albums Brandon,
But thank you all.
Thank you for being my adolescence.
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I think I solved VLV. like totally and completely.
it starts off in the song Viva Las Vengeance, where Brendon kills the DJ, who was Ryan Ross. then, he goes into the story of why.
They were breaking up, but still leading each other on, as seen in Something About Maggie and Middle Of A Breakup. They were also incredibly toxic, as is implied in Don't Let The Light Go Out, where Brendon regrets having killed him, but consoles himself in Local God by convincing himself Ryan's memory is alive and he's become a god. Then, in God Killed Rock and Roll, he realises he's lost all his talent do too Ryan's absence.
He realises he's alone, and "goes to bed", or enters himself into eternal sleep.
the rest of the songs are just worldbuilding and filler.
i am sorry ive sent you like 50 asks in like an hour oops
Then is Maggie the music industry? Or fame?
Again I agree with most if not all of the above but I'd like to tack on my insistent theory that this is all Brendon talking to himself in the mirror, telling himself a story, gaslighting himself that the band is fine he's doing fine etc.
Just seems like a mental breakdown but made more "pretty" but his cohort of ghost writers and his failed high notes. It's very self exposing but in such a dishonest way, through such a twisted lens I almost have to applaud him.
I also think the music videos (of which I have seen maybe 2.3 of) back you. Some of them gave strong strong Miss Jackson vibes.
All in all this ablum was every bit of the shitshow we predicted it would be and I'm glad to wash my hands of it now.
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