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.... More >>>