Panic! At The Disco
A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

THE REVIEW

Genre; XXX

Imagine being in the middle of your sea; calm enough not to jolt you in any way. That typically summer sea that won't hit you hard, not even with the most engaging summer hit.
Drowsy, however, you wake up, your little boat in the style of “Crazy” or “...ladies bread, butter, and medicines,” begins to move, the sea grows more and more impetuous and you are not afraid, indeed you delight in that almost cyclic swaying.
You are dazed, perhaps it's that “fever that won't go down” or the “nails you eat for breakfast” that unsettle you but that you like and amuse you more and more.
The movements of your boat are fast, you are undecided, perhaps, whether to dock at enticing coves named Franz Ferdinand or Strokes, but the swirl that entertains you is much better than a safe harbor.
You will continue to be carried away heedless even of the Grammy lighthouse that flashes towering on the horizon.

“It’s time to dance”

P.S. I tell sins, not tragedies.