With 2006' 'A Fever You Can't Sweat Out" Panic at the Disco produced a strong debut of racey, witty, knockabout
rock songs spiced with occasional vaudevillian twists which had me tapping my toes and singing along (....ok, tapping my paws and howling along). With songs like 'The Only Difference Between Marytrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage' and
(deep breath!)'There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet' it
immediately became apparent that PATD had both chutzpah and musical imagination aplenty.
Two years later and their second offering 'Pretty Odd', The Wolf is sad to report, is a distinctly shabby affair.
It's a Magical Mystery Tour without the magic or the mystery. Bland melodies, lame lyrics, shoddy musicianship, and poorly integrated orchestral arrangements stand in as testament to a lost muse.
The half-decent single 'Nine in the Afternoon' is slim pickings when compared with the car crash atrocities of 'Middle of Summer', 'Northern Downpour', 'Pas De Cheval' and 'Mad as Rabbits' and the Sesame Street banality of 'She Had the World' and 'From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins'.
If they have a third album in them I hope that Panic at the Disco can find their way back to the inspiration and energy which propelled their fine first offering.
Somehow, however, I'm doubting it.