Panic! at the Disco Album Review

Spin.com Review

It's almost like Panic! at the Disco knew critics would be ready to hop on their dance punk bandwagon within a few synthy beats of their debut album. "Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines," wails Brendon Urie on "London Reckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines," the second track on A Fever You Can't Sweat Out. And they might be just that: Panic's uber-catchy melodies are quite literally some of the most likeable songs you will hear all year, which is hardly shocking considering that they sound like the bastard offspring of the Killers and Fall Out Boy.

The comparison to Fall Out Boy is not surprising as it was actually FOB's Pete Wentz who made Panic the first signing to his label Decaydance, an offshoot of Fueled by Ramen. But Urie's emo-tastic vocals and the severity of the group's hooks are where the comparisons stop: Panic's songs are more '80s dance party than Warped Tour fodder. Formed in the Las Vegas suburbs (so the Killers comparison is not off base either), Panic's four members -- Urie on vocals and guitar, Ryan Ross on guitar, Spencer Smith on drums, and Brent Wilson on bass -- are all still remarkably young. While they admit to starting as a blink-182 cover band, Panic has since crafted a debut of smart, prancing songs with titles that would make Minus the Bear proud: "The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage" and "There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet."

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