The one thing that is always inevitable in life is that things come to an end. In the wee small hours yesterday, My Chemical Romance announced via their website that they were splitting up. The one-time Download Festival headliners – whether you loved or loathed them – were undeniably one of the biggest rock bands of the last decade. To that end, this week’s Sunday Spotify Slaylist is dedicated to the band that made it cool to hate on “emo”.
the black parade
July 7th, 2008
My Chemical Romance
The Black Parade Is Dead!
by Anne Waites
My Chemical Romance have never been a band to do anything by halves, so when they decided to kill off their alter egos The Black Parade it was always going to be a dramatic and very public execution.
That they decided to bring this section of their lives to an end in front of a giant audience in Mexico, a country that remembers its ancestors and celebrates passing into the next life with its annual Day Of The Dead, is surely no coincidence with a band this obsessed with attention to detail.
Luckily, on a tour blighted with bandmembers dropping like flies, the Mexico City gig finds them in their full number and bursting with fiery intensity. Gerard Way, from the earliest days in the skankiest venues, has always been a born rock star, and as he creeps across the stage like the singer from Tim Burton’s wildest dreams, or flings his arms out, eyes gleaming, soaking in the rapture of the audience, he’s untouchable.
Unlike many live DVDs, this is an event worth documenting, the band tighter than they’ve ever been, deathly pale beneath the fireworks and confetti, demonic during the gloriously hellish ‘Mama’. Talk about going out in style.
Watch the trailer for The Black Parade Is Dead! by My Chemical Romance
But for every end there’s a new beginning, which is why the decision to follow Mexico City with a show at Maxwell’s in New Jersey, a venue roughly the size of a large envelope, is as significant as the arena gig.
Representing their rebirth as My Chemical Romance, going back to their roots, it’s feral, powerful, and they look like there’s nowhere on earth they’d rather be at that moment. After the bells and whistles of The Black Parade, it’s a reminder of the power they wield in the lowliest of circumstances. And it’ll have any fan excited about where their next path will lead.
The Black Parade Is Dead! by My Chemical Romance is out now on Reprise Records
May 31st, 2008
Documented across the mainstream press over the past few days, hundreds of disgruntled My Chemical Romance fans descended upon central London today to protest against The Daily Mail‘s coverage earlier this month.
Thrash Hits editor Raziq Rauf was there with photographer Abbi London.
At 9.50am on Saturday, 31 May 2008 a group of around 100 My Chemical Romance fans congregated at Marble Arch, in what is the final weekend of the half-term holiday for many, to peacefully protest against the Daily Mail’s “War On Emo”, and more specifically, it’s consistent attacks on My Chemical Romance.
By 10.15am the group had swelled to around 200 and there was a celebratory atmosphere as would be expected with such a large group of like-minded individuals. We must remember, of course, that everyone here thinks that My Chemical Romance are great.
We took some photos and will be updating this gallery throughout the day as well as bringing you interviews with some protesters.
We spoke to 16-year-old event organiser, Anni Smith – a proud My Chemical Romance fan and sufferer of depression herself.
“It’s been so amazing. We’ve achieved more than we thought we would and I’m so proud of our fans. The Daily Mail should take a look around.
“It was reported that My Chemical Romance created all this themselves but it’s not so much the power of the band as much as it is the power of the fans.
“We want to raise awareness of My Chemical Romance’s real message that when you’re feeling suicidal and depressed you should get professional help.
“We want people to understand how serious an issue depression is. It’s not a fashion trend.
Check out this montage video of the protest and see if you’re featured in it.
Find out more details at the official website.
May 30th, 2008
As a legion of My Chemical Romance fans prepare to march to the offices of the Daily Mail, Pete Fear looks at why the hell anyone would care. It’s because of the music, man!
My Chemical Romance are the most horrific, potently nasty and unpleasant thing that will ever happen to the Daily Mail: a cranked up rock band that will turn your children into devil worshippers and invite Eastern European asylum seekers into your home.
But forget that, because even the BBC and The Guardian know this. All of the coverage of this Saturday’s Dacre-baiting march has focused on the black hair, the Converse slip-ons, the scars and the straight edge tattoos. No one has mentioned that My Chems are one of the finest rock bands to emerge from the States this decade.
Emerging from the ashes of a Thursday-aping hardcore world (via Eyeball Records’ I Brought You Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love), it was the Lifetime-meets-John Hughes movies sounds of Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge that launched MCR as both a damn great band and a sociological case study.
Three Cheers… is a landmark record, a quick-shot blast of sharp turns of phrase and punk rock guitars. From the faux-Spanish tongues and chuggy Radiohead-isms of ‘The Jetset Life Is Going To Kill You’ to the pop-is-pain mega choruses of ‘I’m Not Okay (I Promise)’, Three Cheers… is Fall Out Boy’s From Under The Cork Tree’s less saccharine sister, positioning them as this generation’s Queen to FOB’s Air Supply.
The songs – and more importantly the album as a whole – make the current consternation of the Lord Rothmere-owned organ and its hatebred middle aged readers irrelevant.
The fact that My Chemical Romance have been derided as much as bands such as Kiss (Knights in Satan’s Service) is down to the fact that Three Cheers…, and The Black Parade, with its pompous Mercury/May-influence, are as full of hope and rock stomp as records like Destroyer (Detroooit Rock City!!)
Gerard Way has become a genuine New Jersey success story; not for any crusade against the newspaper backlash, but for being in a band that blows the bloody doors off, every time.