I am a really big fan of My Chemical Romanceor I was, anyway, in about 2004. Their early releases spoke straight to the darkest angst-ridden corner of my heart. Then came the big label releases and the Black Parade tourand Im sorry, but I didnt buy it. There was a genuine, open-hearted quality best expressed on their first record that I felt was notably absent from their third. So a fourth albumwell, it had been a while. I decided to give it a try, and Im damn glad that I did. Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys is one of the best rock records of its kind to come out in a long time.
Radio station WKIL and pirate DJ Dr. Death lead the listener through a radio show interspersed with futuristic news reports of disintegration and the helium wars (not to mention the exploits of the Killjoys, MCRs alter egos). In between these commentaries (wisely spaced out enough to avoid growing obnoxious), the tracks come on hard and fast. This is a much more accessible release than anything MCRs done previously, enjoyable even for people who do not own any black clothing and have never worn eyeliner.
First single “Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) is catchy, and much less annoying than one assumes a song with that title might be. The garage/glam rock sound starts early with lyrics like No one wants to die/wanna try/wanna try? repeated ad infinitum, to startlingly danceable effect. This song doesnt sound like what you picture when you think of My Chemical Romance, honestly, and thats not such a bad thing. The sounds are bigger, the guitar faster and more technical, the vocals still twisting beautifully in Gerard Ways throat but coming out more genuine, more sinister.
Bulletproof Heart starts off on a quiet synth sound and a high school slow-dance style intro that grows ever more captivating. It opens up into a round, fully appreciable alt-rock anthem, the sort of creature that lives and thrives on the radio. By now, you may have forgotten exactly what band youre listening to; Ways wide warble of a vocal range, so often used to great effect in rafter-shaking screams, here is the main reminder that this is a band youre familiar with. It takes a few minutes to place that sound with a band that previously focused on zombie attacks and clay-mation videos; this aint your high school goth band. Well, okay, theres one supernaturally-titled song, album closer Vampire Money, but this sucker rocks pretty hard. It doesnt even matter what the songs aboutyoull want to play it at a party anyway (though perhaps not your Twilight-obsessed cousins bat mitzvah; with lyrics like 3-2-1, we came to fuck! this is one of the more adult things with vampire in the title that youll hear this year).
SING is also very open-genre, reminiscent of late 90s radio rock that seemed like it would live forever. Another highlight is Planetary (GO!), which opens with a screechy, electronic intro that beckons and intrigues. The Only Hope For Me offers the most classic MCR sound, but with a catchier, warmer overall sound than older tracks. Ways voice reaches high and desperate over the ripping guitars, but this time hes in control of the desperation, exploiting and toying with it for greater effect.
Here, then, is emo punk for grown-ups, something you wont be embarrassed to be caught listening to on the train. With the theatrics serving only to enhance the music and the music layered and heightened, Danger Days shows My Chemical Romance to be a band with relevance and staying power, the very definition of evolution. The band has been playful and creative with both its music and its aesthetic, and the result is a joyful post-apocalyptic garage-punk orgy of noise that leaves one hoping that Dr. Death and the Killjoys will keep on fighting the good fight.