my chemical romance

30 Days of Music: #013

day 13 – a song that is a guilty pleasure Frankly, I don’t think anything I’ve ever done is wrong… My Chemical Romance – Welcome To The Black Parade …You might disagree. Of all the music I like, this is probably the most incomprehensible. Of all the songs, it’s the one I’ve been genuinely a bit wincey about putting up. It’s just … not very good. But, oh, it is. I disliked MCR from the start, on principle. I loved indie, and they were silly emo, like Fallout Boy and Panic! At The Disco. Their videos were …pretty cool, actually, in a silly, gothy way. Then, something magical happened: I stopped taking My Chemical Romance – that band of obsessive followers, literary pretension and theatrical ambition – seriously. I don’t know how I’d never seen it before: The costumes. The Queen-grave-robbing guitar solos. The face-paint. Gerard freakin’ Way. They were just pure, stupid Pop. They were silly, and on the other side of the looking glass, there was something brilliant about them that way. I don’t love Black Parade, really. I rarely listen to it on my own, more commonly using it as an irritant at parties, or when I find it on the iPod of someone who I know thinks they should know better. But it is a pleasure, even on repeat as I write this. And I feel a little guilty. With lyrics like A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreamsYou’re misery and hate will kill us allSo paint it black and take it backLets shout it loud and clearDefiant to the end we hear the callTo carry on it’s almost definitely for the best that I do. But, in the words of that guy falling off a bridge in the Simpsons: I regret nothing! (…Oop. I think my housemates might’ve heard me listening to this. Best scarper!)