Panic! At the Disco returns with its highly-anticipated sixth studio album, Pray for the Wicked. Imperfect, it still musters up some great moments.
Living up and potentially exceeding your best work is an arduous task. Thatâs the task that frontman Brendon Urie and Panic! At the Disco have on their hands post- Death of a Bachelor. Perhaps Death of a Bachelor isnât their best album, but itâs closer to the top of the discography than the bottom IMO. Album number six, Pray for the Wicked, continues a trend of briefer LPs from the band, comprised of 11 songs and clocking in at a tight 34 minutes. Many of the elements that made Death of a Bachelor successful remain in play but Pray for the Wicked doesnât quite reach the same heights.
â(Fuck A) Silver Liningâ
Prayer for the Wicked opens with a bang â a sizable one-two punch. â â(Fuck A) Silver Liningâ âgets right to itâ with its bold and busy production, and most obviously, the unapologetic, âin your faceâ f-bomb. Despite being profane, Urie sounds as assertive, enthused, and gritty as always, particularly on the âoffendingâ chorus: âFuck a silver lining / Fuck a silver lining / âCause only gold is hot enough, hot enough.â  His assertive, gritty vocals continue to cut right through, while his falsetto reaches even higher heights. His theatrics truly sell the opener.
â âSay Amen (Saturday Night)â remains tuned-in and turned-up. As always, the production is a work of art, including fantastic keyboard work and synths. Later, the gargantuan chorus adds horns and massive, pummeling drums. The choruses represent the most epic moments for sure, as well as summing up the recordâs message.
âI pray for the wicked on the weekend Mama, can I get another amen?= Oh, oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent Mama, can I get another amen? Oh, oh, it's Saturday night, yeah.â
The push-and-pull is what makes âSay Amen (Saturday Night)â so compelling. Urie is struggling with spirituality versus being free and living it up.
âHey Look Ma, I Made ItâÂ
â âHey Look Ma, I Made Itâ finds Urie âflexingâ â in the most alt-pop way possible. Â Essentially, this bright, fun, major-key gem finds Urie celebrating becoming successful in the music industry. On the horn-filled chorus, he simply lays it out there:
âHey look ma, I made it Hey look ma, I made it Everythingâs cominâ up aces, aces And if itâs a dream, donât wake me I said, hey look ma, I made it.âÂ
On the verses, listeners are treated to cleverer, left-of-center lyrics associated with the band. Pray for the Wicked maintains its âroaring start.âÂ
â âHigh Hopesâ continues the be incredibly consistent, kicking off with driving brassy, exuberant production work, once more set in a major key. âHave to have high, high hopes for a living / Shooting for the stars when I couldnât make a killing,â Urie sings on the optimistic chorus, continuing, âDidnât have a dime but I always had a vision / Always had high, high hopes.â Elsewhere, he speaks about destiny, dreams, ârewriting your history,â and being true to self. Clearly, this is an anthem for dreamers and encouragement for the non-conformists of the world.
âRoaring 20sâÂ
âRoaring 20sâ follows a formidable quartet. Itâs heavily rhythmic, big-band styled nature is reminiscent of âCrazy=Geniusâ from Death of a Bachelor.  Also, the influence of Urieâs participation in the Broadway musical Kinky Boots is highly evident. As always, the lyrics are intriguing, balancing both a 1920s vibe and exemplifying the twenty-something/post-twenty-something lifestyle. âThis is my roaring, roaring 20s,â Urie sings on the chorus, later adding, âRoll me like a blunt âcause I wanna go home.â âDancingâs Not a Crimeâ maintains Panic! At the Discoâs beloved horns but feels more contemporary compared to âRoaring 20s.â Not particularly deep, itâs all about love.Â
âOne of the Drunksâ represents another instance of the âpush and pullâ between âliving it upâ and spirituality.  The production remains busy and dynamic, blending modern-pop alongside the horns.  Itâs enjoyable but lacks the memorability of the bandâs best. âThe Overpassâ commences with savvy brassy hits, eventually busting into a funky, ornate groove. Vocally, Urie slices through the production like a knife, with a few instances of kinder, gentler falsetto.  Creative, âThe Overpassâ is quirky.
âKing of the CloudsâÂ
âIâm the king of the clouds, of the clouds / I get lifted, I get lifted.â â âKing of the Cloudsâ successfully fuses alt-pop with elements of throwback soul.  Short and sweet, the strings, organ, and Urieâs falsetto are the biggest selling points.  Among the odder records is the penultimate cut, âOld Fashioned.â Why? Itâs the colorful horn line with those chromatic notes that sounds like it doesnât quite fit. Beyond that, hearing about teenage Brendon and drinking works without a hitch. âDying in LAâ concludes Pray for the Wicked with a thoughtful, well-sung ballad. Arguably, itâs actually a bit out of character because itâs not eccentric, but down to earth.
Final Thoughts
All in all, as with most Panic! At the Disco albums, thereâs plenty to like about Pray for the Wicked. First and foremost, track by track, Brendon Urie shines vocally. Beyond the vocals, there are a sufficient number of standouts. Also, worth noting, the production is big, bombastic, and eccentric, carrying directly over from Death of a Bachelor. All that considered, Pray for the Wicked doesnât quite reach the same highs as Death of a Bachelor, even though it has similar characteristics. The songs arenât quite as memorable, while some of the production cues and risks work while others are questionable. Itâs imperfect, but still has its fair share of moments.
â Gems: â(Fuck a) Silver Lining,â âSay Amen (Saturday Night),â âHey Look Ma, I Made It,â âHigh Hopesâ & âKing of the Cloudsâ
