Issue 14’s Review
Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At the disco
A review by editor Ana Neves (this review can be found is issue 14: Bittersweetness)
A lot of people feel betrayed that Brendon Urie is still performing on his own under the moniker of Panic! At the Disco.
The band has been known to change up their style for each album, and it’s been thought that this had been done to keep up with the tastes of fans. I consider this theory to be a bit simplistic. I think fans of the band and their brand have been able to relate to their growth and evolution over the years, and every time a new album is released, can appreciate the story it tells.
Death of a Bachelor is no different. This album incorporates some very small elements of what made the old albums so “Panic!” but completely reinvents and reinvigorates their sound. Starting strong with Victorious, to Brendon’s beautifully haunting vocals in Emperor’s New Clothes, quickly followed by his mellow crooning in the titular song, Death of a Bachelor, the whole album leaves the listener with a gorgeous story to piece together.
Being that Brendon is now the sole creator and contributor to this album, the lyrics feel almost autobiographical, and keeping that in mind, the album is more than anything we’ve come to expect from Panic! At the Disco in previous years. This shows such a dedication from Brendon Urie to the fans, but also a respect for the name of Panic! At the Disco. It’s a welcome rebirth for one of the noughties’ favourite bands!
Recalling a time when P!AtD and Fall Out Boy were compared to each other, The Good, The Bad And The Dirty, is a fantastic anthem, reminiscent of our collective emo/pop-punk phases, with some bad-ass lyrics to match.
For all the hype that comes with the rest of the album, the second last song, House of Memories, though catchy, leaves the lyrically inclined listener wanting, as its lyrics seem lacking in much depth. This makes it a bit of a let down, considering the quality of the rest of the album, and makes the lead-up to the final song less poignant. If this song had been left off the album, it wouldn’t be missed.
The album ends on a melodically captivating note, with the final song, Impossible Year, carrying the listener through beautifully thought out metaphors and subtle clichés. The sound of the piano lifting the spirit to a crescendo as the final song signals an almost classical goodbye, brings forth the images of a black and white movie, where one can’t be entirely sure if the ending was a happy one… Like Casablanca.
I have found this album easy to listen to, all the way through, regardless of how I’m feeling. I’m still constantly impressed by the attention to detail, and the effort Brendon Urie put into this creation. I always used to say Panic! At the Disco was all Brendon Urie, and now, we can definitely say Brendon Urie is Panic! At the Disco. And I, for one, am so excited for what this new era will bring!
4/5 – would listen again!
P.S. Make sure to watch the music videos for the full experience.