This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race – Fall Out Boy

There’s a long running in joke about emo band having really long song titles. FOB seem to be one of the main promoters of this in joke themselves. Who the hell calls a single something like This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race?

Made right in their pop star pomp the in jokes almost swallowed the band and their songs whole. But listen to the fucker and try not to sing along. If you don’t do the chant you’ll do the Ohh Ohh Ohhs.

You don’t write lyrics like

“I wrote the gospel of giving up but the real bombshells are already sunk, at night we’re painting your trash gold while you sleep, crashing not like cars or hips, no more like p-p-p-parties”

On auto-pilot? It was great to see a band revel in their success. Fall Out Boy loved being famous when they blew up. They made videos that bled into each other and had Hip Hop trappings on their pop punk records. They showed us what Blink-182 could have been like with more than a handful of songs. They loved the big time. And the big time loved them.

“Now sing until your lungs give out”