Panic! At The Disco Emerges Victorious With Both Barrels Blazing

If you were to liken Panic! At The Disco to a family member my money would be on the daffy uncle who wouldn't know how to be restrained if you put an instruction manual in front of him. This would be the dude who swears liberally, gets unabashedly drunk at the worst moments, then does that infamous lampshade dance. This Las Vegas act's new single "Victorious" puts on display all facets that you've either come to love or hate. Horn fills pop up as does a winning chorus that's brimming with verve. They put pedal to metal and the results couldn't be any grander. The guys seldom shy away from complex arrangements that proudly leave you guessing which direction they're going to direct the convertible next. They can be keyboard happy in one juncture, deeply literary in another. Looking at the engine's working parts there are many reasons why "Victorious" weighs in as one of the sharpest bolts of 2 minutes, 59 seconds vigor you're likely to hear this year. Brendon Urie needs the opportunity to take much credit for the pulse pounding, loin throbbing festivities. He follows flourish after flourish, his octave range increasing in menace whenever the spotlight returns to him. He's Johnny on the spot with keyboards too. As for partner in crime Dallon Weekes if you remove his bass contribution you deny this song its fundamental backbone. His synths are integral to how "Victorious" manages to cross the rock finish line with tailwind to burn. Spencer Smith bangs away behind the kit, a fine icebreaker if ever you could obtain one. "Victorious" gives your brain a pronounced workout. You can't top the fast and furious language skills put to mind blowing use here. Anyone long for Steve McQueen? Panic! At The Disco knows how to dish out the cultural touchstone you crave most. The visuals are cutesy in the video, dazzling in the music lexicon. If you don't manage to squeeze out vast sums of ingratiating visuals as Brendon vocalizes for the cheap seat's benefit I give you ample sympathies. Champagne revelry shines light on verse one. From there the apt Halloween's witch's coven scene making springs to mind. We are introduced to the notion that, yes, a touch can be black and poisonous. Later in the song we learn that someone can taste like magic. That's rife with imaginative possibilities. Trouble is I haven't had it explained to me what magic's flavor really is. Not that you or I shouldn't feel free to put our thinking caps on to come up with a gratifying response. Time for the second consumer comparison of this blog. If you were to liken Panic! At The Disco to a form of snack treat I'd go with a variety sampler platter of crackers, cookies, pretzels, etc... You're not limited to one taste sensation...ever. Therefore Panic! At The Disco succeeds at satiating appetites and not electing to be stingy in the process. "Victorious" wins my support and I have a hunch you'll be won over in short order as well. Bravo to the boys on using less is more to its greatest advantage.