I’ve been pondering attending the recently-announced upcoming Atlanta My Chem/Muse “The ZOMFGBLACKPARADEBIGOLGUITARSANDPROGROCKWHOOO” tour…and how could one resist? Slashing, swirling guitar and operatic, over-the-top theatrics…and the potential for plastic, inflatable vampire bats? Muse’s new-found obnoxious desire to be STYXRUSH? The on-stage set-pieces and setup, which promise to “bring The Black Parade to life” (so, uh…giant, life-size cutouts of Freddie Mercury and Andrew Lloyd Webber?)
As such, something came to mind this morning when I saw pictures of My Chemical Romance at Nassau Coliseum:
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Throw in a little bit of Eddie Izzard, and you’ve enough to make the Hot Topic kids cry into their lipstick-rimmed Cinn-a-bon Smoothies.
“Release the bats”? Naw, naw-release the YUM!
Or…release the JAZZ HANDS:
My Chemical Romance ft Liza Minnelli: Mama
The Black Parade is, really and truly, a fantastic record, and one of the best things to be released in 2006-it’s big, epic, and so over-the-top emotional that it borders on obscene Meat Loaf scene stealing-exactly what the hyperserious GothMoRock scene needs (besides, we can’t all be Bright Eyes). I’ve said that before. I also jumped on the first single as being My Chem’s first tap-shoe into the ring of a big-ass theatrical production (coo this in a Bjork voice: it’s a muuuussiiiicaaaal), and “Mama”, featuring Liza “Lucille 2″ , cements that-the jaunty, rollicking circus-metal of the song becomes a ghostly curtain-call of a power ballad towards the end.
This is the sound of My Chem now-less concerned with saving your life than giving their regards to Broadway and being remembered to Herald Square. Hopefully, the surprisingly well-received nouveau-song-and-dance act means it’s only a matter of time until Gerard and co. come to their senses and do what they obviously long to do, and soundtrack a full-on stage spectacular. The drama kids will never hurt you, after all.
Craft a gaudy, flashy name for the My Chemical Romance JazzTap Review Extravaganza, and leave it in the comments. Best one wins a promo cd from some label we probably don’t listen to ever.
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