Like my forefathers before me, I am spending each week listening to a musical artist that I had previously ignored, and writing up a little blog about it.
This week was the turn of Illinois export, Fall Out Boy.
What I Knew Before
It’s hard to have grown up in the noughties without having an idea about FOB (as they are unaffectionally referred to). With their overly complex song titles, habit of spinning around in circles like dogs chasing their tails and that photo of bassist Pete Wentz getting his dick out in a mirror selfie, it’s hard not to remember them. The problem was that they weren’t cool enough for me at the time. The kind of people who were listening to FOB were most likely into other “emo” bands that I had no time for. I found them crass and whiney and overly American. That said, Thnks fr th Mmrs will always be a banger
What I Know Now
Like the week I spent listening to MCR (My Chemical Romance), I have learnt that I am occasionally wrong. I shut myself off to a lot because I didn’t have a dyed black, GHD’d fringe in 2005. While starting out Take This To Your Grave was a tough way to break myself in, by the time I had listened to From Under The Cork Tree and Infinity On High, I had realised that I was wrong. Fall Out Boy were and are big news because they write fucking great songs.
There’s a lot to be said for albums two and three, but the run of Fall Out Boy continues, and I, for one, am here for it.
Sugar, We’re Goin Down, Thnks fr th Mmrs, Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner, Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes
Under The Cork Tree