MCR live review

May 28th, 2007
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Well here it is finally, my review from my first ever MCR concert, enjoy!

(Single) life, Wisdom (teeth), (12 page Kerrang!) Devotion

January 17th, 2007
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*points at title* Yeah I have a screwed up sense of humour, if you do not like it well then stop reading the post titles 😀

Before I forget I finally posted my review of ‘The Black Parade’ over at my media review log. Head on over to check it out <3

Okay let’s run down the news of the week first off, Frank did not play in Japan as he had his wisdom teeth removed and became ill after the surgery, he is confirmed to be joining the tour in Australia, but no guarantees on New Zealand.

This week’s Kerrang! (Issue 1142) features a 12-page article on My Chemical Romance from their beginnings to the present. Check it out in your local bookstore, magazine shop, etc.
*waggles eyebrows at Kerrang! to send her a subscription…. waggles eyebrows at NME, Rock Sound, Blender as well*

Gerard Way has admitted to Kerrang! that he is single and has been since shortly after recording ‘Famous Last Words’ [ image . source ]

Gerard Way, Reveals the Agonizing Break-Up that shaped “The Black Parade

This is not something I’ve ever told anyone else. I had been in a long-term relationship and it fell apart during the making of The Black Parade. I’m alone right now, for the first time in 10 years. That’s not something people know about me. It’s really hard. I’ve had girlfriends since I was 17 or 18. Now I’m 29
It wasn’t something that anybody did. It was a six year relationship that ended. It was practically marriage. It was with someone who knew me before the band. Halfway through recording-literally just when I had finished tracking the vocal parts and chorus line to Famous Last Words- I realized that line (‘I am not afraid to walk this world alone’) was the truth. I broke up with her a week later.
I had to fly back and talk to her, move my stuff out. It was brutal.
But I’ve been enjoying being free and not having to make phone calls. It’s a good feeling at first -but then you check into a hotel room and realize there’s no one who misses you like a girlfriend misses you. I’ll sit there and stare at the wall.
When we were on our last European run I would just go out at night and walk around alone, thinking, ‘Well this is interesting….’

Blender review

October 17th, 2006
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Album of the Year! My Chemical Romance’s INSTANT CLASSIC.

[source: undeadamerica @ chemicalromance]

A FEW MONTHS ago, My Chemical Romance front man Gerard Way did something shocking: He got a haircut, reducing his raven locks to a razor-cropped platinum dome. In our earliest image of MCR two years ago, Way bellowed a mall-mauling confessional through his bangs in the video for “I’m Not Okay (I Promise).” Way rebranded with a buzz cut? It’s like taking the Colonel’s face off the KFC logo.

Maybe he went to the barber so people won’t confuse him with the guy from Panic! At the Disco. But more likely, Way was clearing head space for an artistic undertaking unprecedented in pop-punk, even by (gasp) Green Day.

True, My Chem has never shied away from melodrama. “I’m Not Okay” and the lovelorn bruised “Helena” from their 2004 breakthrough Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, were almost celebratory emotional bloodlettings. But this summer, MCR’s MySpace page hinted at bigger ambitions. Hosting a mock press conference, the band — Way, bassist Mikey Way, drummer Bob Bryar, guitarists Frank Iero and Ray Toro — sat in front of a sign that read THE BLACK PARADE, which they claim is their new name. (They refer to My Chem as “they.”) In fact, Way’s new coif isn’t “his” hair at all, but that of the Patient, the character he plays on the new project.

Every lazy trick-or-treater knows you can score candy by throwing on bloodstained scrubs. But in an age of bird flu and bio-terror, and when every kid in school is on more pills than your grandma, the hospital room as metaphoric theater of pain has deep resonance.

“You’ve got front-row seats to the Patient’s Ball/When I grow up I want to be nothing at all,” Way sings over we-are-the-champions fanfare on the opener, “The End.” On Black Parade, My Chem work a double shift attending to an ER of the abandoned, dejected, addicted and afflicted. Way isn’t just the patient, he’s Dr. Evil and Dr. Feelgood, sharing suffering and deepening it.

In the forlorn “Disenchanted,” he’s the idealistic music fan watching his heroes hawk products on TV. Then, on the flame-throwing thrasher “This Is How I Disappear,” he’s the walking-dead rocker, hitting the stage to “drain all my blood and give the kids a show.” In “Cancer,” he’s a chemo casualty glimpsing the great beyond through symphony strings. On “Sleep,” he bitterly says good-bye to a dying friend with as much contempt for the dying as for the sickness itself.

Pretentious? Naturally. They cite Queen and System of a Down as influences, but they’ve created the Sgt. pepper of screamo. The Black Parade is a richly orchestrated tour de force. It’s got strings, horns, Old World digressions, novelistic threads and the potential to render the artistic competition pretty much moot. After Sgt. Pepper, hippies painted one another’s faces and had sex without exchanging names. It’s hard to know what kind of Facebook freakout will dawn when The Black Parade hits stores, but the Internet will definitely need some R&R come Thanksgiving.

Way inhabits his shifting perspectives — from victim to toe-tagger — with method actor brilliance. He can play the bitter food-court refugee, the study-hall stalker, the piano man and the metal messiah. It helps that he’s got versatile guitarists who can flash from the buoyant peals of “Dead!” to the blues-busting tumult of “House of Wolves,” as well as a solid, speedy rhythm section. And it helps that Green Day producer Rob Cavallo has experience giving rich thematic scope to pop-punk.

What emerges is a bravura performance by people who can’t stop yelling about how miserable they are, a grand statement stitched together out of frayed nerves. In “Welcome to the Black Parade,” Way’s father lays an almost Christ-like burden on his sticky so: “Would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?” Five minutes, three stylistic shifts, an orchestra and a marching band later, Way protests, “I’m just a man/I’m not a hero.” Give him time. A few more trips to the stylist and he might save the world.