Fall Out Boy

A band that was once (and maybe still is) good. Before MTV, the hype, and Pete Wentz's dick being plastered all over the internet, they were a hell of a lot better. They would be better yet without Pete Wentz who is untalented in music and basically a waste of space. The lyrics are pretty good, though sometimes it seems like there is no deeper meaning behind them...Example: "Racing through the city, windows down in the back, the yellow chicken calls," Okay, I'm sorry, but I just don't think that there is anything deep behind "the yellow chicken calls". But maybe I'm just hearing the whole thing wrong, due to the fact that Patrick Stump, the lead singer, has some diction issues. Example 1: What you hear: This ain't a city, it's a golf cart ass face What you're supposed to be hearing: This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race Example #2: What you hear: I'm a little man, and I'm also evil, oh so into cats (ooh ooh ooh) also into cats... What you're supposed to be hearing: I'm the leading man, and the lies I weave are oh so intricate (ooh ooh ooh) Oh so intricate... Maybe I need to get my hearing checked, but I'm sure I'm not the only person that has misinterpreted Fall Out Boy lyrics... While I have some respect for the drummer, straight-edge vegan hippie, Andy Hurley, Fall Out Boy is unfortunatly on the road to becoming overplayed sell-outs. Either that or the guitarist, Joe Trohman, is going to end up in rehab for pot smoking...whichever comes first...