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Since I’m such a music freak I started listening to "helena" (My Chemical Romance) way back in 2004 and boy was it a really catchy song! I couldn’t get enough of MCR’s melodramatic lyrics and their emo punk/goth theme so I searched for bands similar to them.

And then Panic! At the Disco showed up.

Yes, that’s the title of the band. Sounds pop? Don’t be fooled. They are by far one of the best, and most underrated band, I’ve ever heard of. Panic’s uber-catchy melodies are quite literally some of the most likeable songs you will hear all year, which is hardly shocking considering that they sound like the bastard offspring of the Killers and Fall Out Boy.

The comparison to Fall Out Boy is not surprising as it was actually FOB’s Pete Wentz who made Panic the first signing to his label Decaydance, an offshoot of Fueled by Ramen. But Urie’s emo-tastic vocals and the severity of the group’s hooks are where the comparisons stop: Panic’s songs are more ’80s dance party than Warped Tour fodder. Formed in the Las Vegas suburbs (so the Killers comparison is not off base either), Panic’s four members — Urie on vocals and guitar, Ryan Ross on guitar, Spencer Smith on drums, and Brent Wilson on bass — are all still remarkably young. While they admit to starting as a blink-182 cover band, Panic has since crafted a debut of smart, prancing songs with titles that would make Minus the Bear proud: "The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage" and "There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of It Yet." (Spin 2005)

Hell who would ever imagined of a band who’s songs have titles such as "The only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage", "Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off", and There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of It Yet", and "I write sins not tragedies."

Apart from that, the songs drip of so much emo but are so upbeat and lively that one can only wonder how they could pull of such a good blend. Like pop rocks and coke. (Kids don’t try this at home)

To quote Urie:

Imagine; as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"Yes, but what a shame, the poor groom’s bride is a whore."

Ain’t that bloody catchy?