Tuesday, April 19th, 2011

Panic at the Disco – The Ballad of Mona Lisa

Can’t remember if they have their exclamation mark anymore or not…


Jonathan Bogart: Reactions, in order: 1. “If you’re going to call something a ballad it should be a goddamn ballad DEATH TO FALSE ADVERTISING” 2. “Did he just rhyme Mona Lisa with guaranteed ta? That’s terrible.” 3. “Or is it GRATE?” 4. “I would have HATED this five years ago.” 5. “I would have LOVED this ten years ago.” 6. “I think I might love it now.” 7. “Okay, just one more spin.”

Anthony Easton: A ballad, even a power ballad, should be just a little bit ballady. This is a rock song, and not a particularly good one, which is a shame, because there is potential here.

Jer Fairall: Shrill, bombastic and hookless. Didn’t this genre already burn itself out three or four years ago?

Alfred Soto: It’s unbelievable that no one’s ever thought of lyrical pairings as sharp as “Say what you mean/Tell me I’m right.” No one but Panic at the Disco would ask its lead singer to sound like Chris Cornell.

Hazel Robinson: Oh, Panic at the Disco, we liked you for your sense of poise and rationality. Half a decade later and minus rather a lot of that, you sound like Good Charlotte covering Jimmy Eat World.

Iain Mew: Panic at the Disco by numbers, trying to make their way back to what made them popular in the first place but without quite being able to work it out. The surface signifiers are there but the chorus is particularly big and empty without the necessary taunting, and they’re now a bit too inclined to play it safe and not to tread the line between ridiculous and awesome which was where emo always found its best moments. Despite all that, though, it’s still a massive improvement on last time round.

Martin Skidmore: This lumbering mainline rock combined with annoying lyrics with a strong hint of misogyny could hardly be less to my tastes. There is some minor punch to the chorus, but that’s dissipated by a spectacularly weak quieter section. Pretty horrid.

Chuck Eddy: Whining thespian pop-punk with verses that don’t much go anywhere, but a big Queen-via-late-Green Day chorus that sort of does, or has enough anthem in it to fake it. The lyrics never coherently explain why he’d pay to see Mona Lisa frown once she runs the town. But I am slightly curious.

One Response to “Panic at the Disco – The Ballad of Mona Lisa”

  1. No song title?