Las Vegas favourites Panic at the Disco return with their second album, Pretty. Odd. - And never has a title been more apt.
Existing fans of the four-piece may as well forget everything they heard on their debut, A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out. Gone are the moody electro-beats and fizzing synths that made such an impact with Pete Wentz and a million US teens alike, and instead we’re treated to a mountain of Beatles-inspired orchestras, folk guitars and intricate harmonies. And it’s no bad thing.
Current single Nine in the Afternoon shows they’ve still got all of the energy shown on the debut, and proves they can still knock out an obnoxiously catchy chorus, as does the remarkably upbeat That Green Gentleman.
Orchestration is a running theme on the album, with everything from subtle violinists on Do You See What I’m Seeing? to a full symphony on closing track Mad as Rabbits. At times it can all seem a little over the top, as though the orchestra is Panic’s new toy and they’re refusing to put it down just yet. For the most part, though, it’s so brilliantly executed that it’s hard to fault them for their decision.
As an album, Pretty. Odd. flows perfectly through the fifteen tracks, perhaps with the one exception of the bizarre I Have Friends In Holy Spaces. A ninety-second ukulele fuelled ditty, it almost seems to have been just thrown in for the sake of it. And yet, it’s still catchy enough to have you sing it for the rest of the day.
Hearing When the Day Met the Night is like discovering Oasis’ All Around the World for the first time all over again - from its opening seconds, you know it’s going to be epic. By the time its closing orchestration kicks in you’re so uplifted, you’re ready to take on the world – Liam Gallagher and all.
The highlight of the album, though, is the beautifully crafted Northern Downpour, which sees lyricist Ryan Ross given a chance to step out from front-man Brendan Urie’s shadow. The result? The greatest vocal harmonies on the album.
As the Beatles did with Ringo, Ross is given his ‘own’ nautical track on Pretty. Odd., with the beautiful Behind the Sea. The change of vocals gives the album a bit of variance and blows away any remote possibility of getting bored of it.
All in all, it’s a fantastic second offering from the emo-favourites. Panic at the Disco may have ditched their exclamation point, but they’ve got a hell of a lot to be shouting about with an album like this.