Album Review: “Pretty. Odd.” by Panic! At The Disco

Oh no.

Is it possible to start a positive review of a record with those two words? Have I blown it already? Can I profess my intense admiration for a record while being baffled by its very existence? Is there still room for a “what in the hell were they thinking?”, or more appropriately, a “who in the hell thought this was a good idea??”

The answer, I think, is yes. Yes! Yes.

And so, Pretty. Odd.

Context. Pretty. Odd. was released at the tail-end of 2000s mainstream rock’s brief mid-decade obsession with classic rock, kicking off with Green Day’s Townshend homages in American Idiot and reaching its inescapable apex with the Killers’ Springsteen-ripping Sam’s Town and My Chemical Romance’s Wall-esque concept album The Black Parade. And, from the looks of it, those mall-punked teenagers of yesteryear Panic! At The Disco (I don’t remember if they still have the exclamation point in their name and I don’t feel like looking it up right now) killed that era dead. Cold dead. And all because, at the drop of the hat, they decided to make their own Sgt. Pepper’s!

“But Sean,” you might say. “Who CARES if Panic tried to rip a dad-band like the Beatles? The Killers ripped Springsteen, and they’re still huge and the best!” Point taken. But despite their blatant homages, bands like the Killers and My Chemical Romance didn’t alter their approach on those albums much – they just pulled some dad-rock influences out of a hat and grafted them onto their established radio-grind sound. There wasn’t much at risk, is what I mean; Killers and MCR fans weren’t being pushed into uncomfortable territory.

That is not the case with Pretty. Odd. Not at all. With the exception of Brendon Urie’s “Patrick Stump Jr.” vocals, there is not a single song on this record that sounds anything like the radio-friendly, modernist death march of A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out. No processed guitars, no dance beats. This is nothing but 60s psychedelic pop pastiche, through and through: sub-ELO piano pop, strings, mellotron, harpsichord, mandolin, fade-out singalongs, honkin’ horns, and even a fiddle-driven country-rock excursion called – I shit you not – “Folkin’ Around.”

First of all – alright. Who – okay. I have so many questions about this record. Questions that will never be answered, ever. Who’s idea was this? Who was anxiously awaiting a Beatles-esque 60s pop album out of a band like Panic! At The Disco? Who allowed this to happen? Was the whole band into this idea, or was it just one guy that made the rest of them play along? Who was the intended audience, here? Panic! at the Disco fans? Did the band seriously think that consciously, obviously ripping off the Beatles would gain them even a modicum of respect? Are they that stupid??

I am coming off condescending here, but let’s not beat around the bush – I am absolutely, utterly fascinated with Pretty. Odd. Obsessed, even. I remember listening to it once when it came out and letting it slink by without a thought; my instinctive hatred of bands like Panic! got in the way. The wounds were still fresh, you see. But even then, I remember begrudgingly admiring the band, if only because they had almost consciously decided to release a record that their fans would hate. “Good for them!,” I thought, filing the record away forever.

But Pretty. Odd. stayed with me, and after putting it on again last week on a whim, I was stunned to find my admiration turning into intense, intense enjoyment. I was actually cackling to myself, listening to this record, and it wasn’t mocking laughter. Years separated from the odious sting of Panic!’s popularity, I can finally appreciate Pretty. Odd. for what it is.

How do I explain this. This record is so fucking weird to me. And not because of the music, but where the music is coming from. You know how most indie rock 60s pop homages come from musicians with a studied, encyclopedic knowledge of 60s pop tropes? People who have had these influences ground into them since birth, to the point where they have become obvious cliche? That is not the case here. Pretty. Odd. is the sound of a bunch of kids hearing “Strawberry Fields Forever” on the radio for the first time and saying to each other, “Hey! That’s neat! Let’s do THAT now!!” without realizing that everybody on planet Earth has already done it. This is no Psnoic Psunspot. There is a naive enthusiasm here that you are not going to find anywhere else.

If this sounds like a nightmare to you, well, fair enough. Let’s get the obvious issue out of the way – Brendon Urie is not a good singer, and he is not a good fit for this material (I have never before heard a singer who somehow manages to sound pitch-corrected even when he’s singing naturally). This is not a genre for him. But otherwise, it is hard to deny the enthusiasm and love that was obviously poured into this record, as misguided an artistic choice it may have been.

I mean, they cover so much ground here it’s kind of ridiculous. Every psych-pop cliche in the book, from goofy self-aware band introductions (“We’re So Starving,” featuring the hilarious bald-faced lie “You don’t have to worry, ’cause we’re still the same band!”) to McCartney-esque throwback 20s pop (“I Have Friends In Holy Spaces,” replete with fake vinyl scratches) to regal Left Banke baroque pop (“She Had The World”). Almost every track has an over-the-top, call-and-response Hey Jude-style fadeout, culminating in the pretty guitar ballad “Northern Downpour.” And then there’s maybe my favorite track on the record, “Behind The Sea” (sung amiably by guitarist Ryan Ross, who has a considerably more bearable voice than Mr. Urie), which ends with a full minute of Van Dyke Parks-esque takin’ a stroll string music. This, coming from the same band that wrote this song.

Maybe Pretty. Odd. only has any impact in context – hearing the turgid, hookless A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out immediately before this is a remarkable experience indeed. And it only gets more interesting when you learn that Panic! will likely never release another record like it again; immediately after Odd‘s commercial disappointment, Ryan Ross and Jon Walker – the two guys mostly responsible for the sound of this record – left the group due to artistic differences. And now the split is clear: Brendon Urie wanted to do this, and Ryan Ross wanted to do this. Mystery solved.

If I seem strangely overzealous about a Panic! At The Disco record, it is only because I am rarely faced with a record that forces me to question my own taste. Am I so in love with the concept of a Hot Topic-flirting emo-punk band throwing away their palm-muting antics and making a their own SMiLE that I don’t even care what the music sounds like? Am I such a sucker for goofy catchy melodies that I don’t care if it’s delivered with a slight degree of intelligence? And I that weak??

It’s entirely possible, but at this point I don’t care. Pretty. Odd. is genuinely one of the strangest, most out-of-left-field records to come out of a mainstream rock band in the past decade, and for that I feel it deserves a little more recognition than it has gotten. It is a tremendously entertaining record that was guaranteed to appeal to almost nobody upon release: Panic! fans didn’t want to hear a bunch of corny old people music, and 60s pop fans didn’t want to listen to a fucking Panic! at the Disco album. The only group Panic! pleased with this record, I can imagine, were their dads. And I hope they were very proud!!



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4 thoughts on “Album Review: “Pretty. Odd.” by Panic! At The Disco

  1. Pingback: Album Review: “Folie A Deux” by Fall Out Boy | What IS This Shit??

  2. Might play a track or two on the air sometime and not announce it just to prove your point. The tunes you posted on here are really good.

    It’s almost like Ween’s “12 Country Golden Greats” in that it’s an album for no one in particular, except that PATD don’t really seem to be in on the joke…

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