"HOW OLD WERE THEY WHEN THE PUMPKINS WERE COOL? 7?"

i have to pay a bit more respect to the panic at the buttcrack crew. that show last night? i kind of didnt know what to make of it, and thats not a negative thing. PATD live = ASTOUNDING. its not a concert, its a fucking circus. lights, skits, vaudevillian dancers, immaculate costumes. part of me wanted to resist because it all felt very onyx hotel (which i thankfully never attended), but i mean, theyre actually TALENTED. brendon can SING. and theres a fucking CELLIST. that plucking shit you hear in "i write sins" isnt computer-constructed or synth-generated (which is what i assumed), it is a full-on motherfucking cello. sorry bout that yellowcard, your title of best use of rando strings by an emo band just got usurped and then some. eat aubergine, bitches.