“Pretty. Odd., Panic at the Disco’s sophomore album, is, well, pretty odd. Panic’s debut album, A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, could be played over and over. Pretty. Odd. leaves you confused about what the band has been doing for the past two and a half years.”
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Pretty. Odd., Panic at the Disco’s sophomore album, is, well, pretty odd.

Panic’s debut album, A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, could be played over and over.

Pretty. Odd. leaves you confused about what the band has been doing for the past two and a half years.

The song titles are the only thing that has stayed consistent since their debut album, which are quirky and innovative, to say the least.

With lyrics like Your eyes are the size of the moon from Nine in the Afternoon and I won’t cut my beard and I won’t change my hair / It grows like fancy flowers and it grows nowhere from the song The Piano Knows Something I Don’t Know you can surely imagine how the rest of the album sounds.

Listen to the beginning of The Green Giant and you would swear that your CD player was screwing up and John Mayer was about to belt out his next version of, Your Body is a Wonderland.

One song to guarantee nausea is The Piano Knows Something I Don’t Know.

Not only are the lyrics completely terrible, but it goes from wedding bells to violins to flutes.

Something tells me that the boys of Panic didn’t realize how overboard they were going by making this album completely different than the last.

Sometimes change isn’t the best route.

The Beatles on drugs is the best way to describe their single Behind the Sea.

I’ll take a wild guess that no one will be getting their lighters out to sway back and forth to this tune.

The transition between songs Folkin’ Around, which really sounds like a emo boy in girl jeans attempting to sing a country song, and She Had the World, which sounds like it was made for a medieval dinner theater, is almost enough to make a former fan question if this band really ever had it in them.

However, out of the whole album, there are two solid, but different, songs.

Do You Know What I’m Seeing and Northern Downpour.

Both songs have half way decent lyrics and are easy listening.

They’re just about the only songs that sound like they weren’t produced by a herd of hipsters from the 70s or the von Trapp family from The Sound of Music.

If you are the type to approve of drastic changes of band’s then be my guest and go out and buy Pretty. Odd.

My strong suggestion is to take advantage of Ruckus, the free music downloader provided for college students, and download this piece of work before you go out and blow your money on it.

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