Review:: Save Rock and Roll | Fall Out Boy
Disclaimer: there’s a very good chance that this will be a very long-winded, emotional, reminiscent rant. But there’s a review scattered here somewhere, bear with me.
November 2009: I was four months out of high school and settling into my first year of college. I was eighteen and bursting with all of the angst of my fourteen-year-old self. I was still fully engulfed in my pop-punk phase.
Throughout high school, Fall Out Boy was one of my havens - a band for rainy days, songs to sing in the shower, albums to warm up to before soccer games and track meets, the soundtrack to countless days and nights; a group of kids from Chicago who matured as we did. I grew up with their music, and it grew as I did. And then it stopped.
It’s kind of cool now that I think about it. I was three months into school when the band announced their hiatus back in ’09. And I’ve spent my college career with them as a memory, a ghost of music past, another notch in the list of bands I was thankful to have had the chance to see while they were around. And then February 2013 rolled around: three months, almost to the day, before graduation, and Fall Out Boy had announced their return. Balance.
Luckily for all of us and the car crash hearts we still hold within, they didn’t just limp back into the picture. While some reunions are filled with promises of tours and new material at some point in the future, Fall Out Boy swung for the fences – rather than the Take This to Your Grave 10-year anniversary people were expecting, they came back by ending the hiatus, releasing a new single, announcing a tour, festival and television performances, and a new album they had recorded in secrecy.
With Save Rock and Roll, Fall Out Boy pick up where they left off with Folie a Deux, continuing with the progression we saw way back when, while still maintaining their pop-punk roots.
