Every record that My Chemical Romance has ever released has been a concept album, which is not so much a sign of prog-rock excess as it is a desire to be recognized as rock 'n' roll storytellers (well, comic-book writers, anyway). Was all the emo makeup just a tipoff to the band's theatrical tendencies? Either way, MCR have ditched most of the crying-in-your-diary sad-sack moves that the dreaded E-word drags with it, trading tears for stadium-rock aspirations. It's not very cerebral and loses its flavor faster than cheap gum, but it's big, dramatic fun while it lasts. With Neon Trees and the Architects. All ages.
Tue., April 12, 5 p.m., 2011