It's 9 in the Afternoon...and the World is Ending
Note to Panic at the Disco!: Pastiche is not equivalent to artistry. A poor pantomime of psychedelic pop, a tasteless homage to the Beatles, and bad, bad haircuts do not amount to something credible or even listenable. In fact, your new video “Nine in the Afternoon” just shows that it’s not even your emo pap that I find so intolerable about you, but rather your shameless, fraudulent, talentless attempts at winning over audiences by regurgitating the remnants of musical past and expecting them to lick it up. What’s sadder, boys of Panic at the Disco! is that they do. They’re complicit in slowly eroding artistic standards and good taste. I don’t usually like to argue about “taste” but your music tastes foul upon my lips—the absence of any imagination or creativity sickens me. Let me put it like this: you know when someone vomits and then you are nauseated by their act of vomiting and start puking yourself? That’s basically what happens when I see your video. And that it’s the #1 video on the Fuse Countdown.