I got the deluxe edition of Panic at the Disco’s “Pretty. Odd.” from iTunes the night before it was released. I got an automated email from iTunes saying my preorder was ready. I dunno why they unlocked it, but I wasn’t about to complain! When it leaked on MTV a few nights before, someone ripped the leak, so I kinda knew what “Pretty. Odd.” sounded like before I got my own copy. I think the tracks that stick out the most to me are “Nine in the Afternoon (Radio Mix),” “Mad as Rabbits,” and “She’s a Handsome Woman.”
The album – as a whole – sounds like lukewarm renditions of songs we’ve heard before. And perhaps that’s a bit harsh, coming from me, since I co-own the Panic Timeline (which needs to be updated with all the press that’s come out for the album, oops).
I think the problem with Panic is that they blew up before they knew what hit them. They didn’t have a chance to make shitty demos that would’ve circled the Internet for months before their album dropped. They didn’t have a couple of years of touring crap clubs under their collective belt. They don’t know what it’s like to have to work to get an audience to like you. From the first show they ever played (at the Alley in Las Vegas, RIP), their “fans” knew the words to their songs, thanks to the Internet. Straightaway from “I Write Sins Not Tragedies,” they were rock stars.
In other words, they’re still growing as artists. They haven’t found “their” sound. If they could take bits and pieces of “Fever” and “Odd.”, I bet they could find “their” sound. I look forward to finding out what they else they can throw at us, though. That’s what’s so exciting about being a fan of any kind of musician who is still wanting to make music. They either stay with their sound or throw an aural curveball at us, which makes being a fan a fun thing.
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars