A guy is wheeled onto a stage in a hospital bed, IV drip at his side. He's in a gown and a whiter shade of pale. You can hear a heart monitor beep.
Thousands of kids cheer. Welcome to the Black Parade.
Since the release of "The Black Parade," My Chemical Romance's third studio album, the band has put on a rather odd live show, and the drama wasn't diluted at Merriweather Post Pavilion on Friday.
Part Queen, part Misfits and all theatrics, MCR has been tagged with nearly all the subgenres under the emo umbrella. But its inexact mix of styles -- always dominated by propulsive rock -- isn't nearly as interesting as what the group is asking you to dance to these days: "The Black Parade" is an "American Idiot"-ringing concept record about a teenager who died of cancer. Confetti, metal riffage, bursts of fire -- and lyrics like "Mama, we're all gonna die, stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry.
" Everybody bounce!
| Improbably, the night was both wildly entertaining and respectful regarding the subject. MCR, in a Sgt. Pepper's move, "opened" for themselves as the Black Parade, outfitted in black "Hell High" marching-band costumes with frontman/showman Gerard Way, a.k.a. the Patient, in white makeup with black-ringed eyes.
The guys, dressed casually, came out to play a few equally thunderous songs off their first two albums. But now the backdrop read "REVENGE," canopied by a half-circle of guns. If you could ignore the tasteless timing, this 30-minute addendum continued to prove the group's mastery of irresistible live performance. Regardless, rocking out to a kid on a gurney suddenly didn't feel quite as wrong. Finally, we will take steps to block users who violate any of our posting standards, terms of use or privacy policies or any other policies governing this site. Please review the governing commentaries and discussions. You are fully responsible for the content that you post.
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