Ah, the concept album. The fantasy-ridden, uber geeky magnum opus of everyone from rock legends The Who to rap up-and-comer Wale. But while those acts spoke of pinball and, well, nothing, My Chemical Romance speak of a future where rock and roll is king and the world we know is dead. If that sounds sort of familiar, the same kind of grand, operatic despair, then clearly you heard their last album, the equally-as-conceptual The Black Parade.
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