My Chemical Romance
With lyrics that admit that the percentage of the population who dig Plan B and Bratz dolls are pretty scary (we’re talking to you, Joss Stone) and music that sounds like Axl Rose getting his corn rows done by Gary Glitter, could ‘Teenagers’ be the point where MCR finally ditch Old Lady Emo for her younger, less flatulent daughter? DINGDINGDING! Congratulations, you’ve just won a stripy glove and some Emily The Strange stationery! None the less this sounds like one of those mockney ‘Knees Up Mother Brown’ Blur B-sides from 1995 – and how dangerous is that, Daily Mail?