Welcome to the Black Parade

My Chemical Romance's most famous album turned 10 in October, so we're celebrating it in all its emo glory today. 


Because I’m an absolute idiot, I didn’t start listening to My Chemical Romance until AFTER they broke up and I’ve been berating myself for this mistake for almost three years. In high school, I was scared to give them a try (probably thanks to their Revenge-era make-up), plus there was a girl who hated me and was a big MCR fan...but I digress. My point is, though the album doesn’t hold any nostalgia for the “good old days”, it encompasses a particular sound, a scene, a feeling, that caught hold of me ten years ago and has never let me go. I may not have listened to The Black Parade as an angsty teenager, but I can appreciate how songs like “I Don’t Love You” and “Famous Last Words” would have spoken to teens (or younger). Plus, let’s be real, there is still something cathartic about singing along to them, even if they do veer towards the melodramatic. One of my biggest music-related regrets in life is not being able to witness MCR in their full glory – I’ve seen Gerard Way as a solo artist, but, for all its catchy hooks, Hesitant Alien can’t hold a candle to the theatrics of The Black Parade – because I believe it would have been a wondrous sight to behold.

I also have to say that I LOVE the video for “Welcome to the Black Parade” - from the now-iconic marching band uniforms (designed by Tim Burton-collaborator Colleen Atwood), to the almost gothic feel...I’m into it.


When Sam suggested that we talk about Black Parade, I was a bit wary, thinking I only knew the title track and wouldn't be of much help. However, when I looked at the album again, I remembered that I used to listen to it all the time, to the point where I remember most of the lyrics TO THE ENTIRE THING. If I had somehow repressed these emo memories, they came flooding back while listening to "Teenagers". I actually really love this album. It's classic emo, it's melancholy, it's angry, it's tragic, it's got that epic one plink on the piano that will send every self-respecting millennial into black eyeliner when they hear it.... it all works. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some skinny jeans to stuff myself into, hair to straighten, and emotions to feel.