After almost six years of heart-wrenching musical experimenting and two successful albums, you would think the boys of Mayday Parade might have something slightly happier to write about. Or perhaps, all the girls would get the picture and stop breaking their hearts. No such luck. Their third studio album, the eponymously titled Mayday Parade begins just as somberly as the last left off, leading me to believe that these poor guys just can’t catch a break.
Luckily, what sets the band apart from the countless other sad tortured artists of our time is their clear handle on the universal language of heartbreak. There’s the haunting lyric that keeps you playing their songs on repeat, trying to prolong that moment when your favorite line rolls by (My hero, she’s the last real dreamer I know). There’s the perfect melody that you can’t stop humming. It’s forty-five minutes of that unforgettable person you’re actively trying not to think about and obsessively mulling over. You know you love it.
Responding to complaints of excessive contribution on their second album Anywhere But Here, Mayday Parade is written exclusively by the band. Much like their work in the past, Mayday Parade makes use of a lullaby-like melody and the crooning vocals that make your knees weak. The album features them at their best, notably, the hauntingly beautiful “Everything’s An Illusion” and keeps me coming back for more with the painfully relatable “When You See My Friends.”
However, comparable to many albums that dangle precariously on the edge of emotional rock, Mayday Parade has trouble keeping up the momentum and it shows. The album includes a couple boring ballads that fail to be offset by the only slightly more upbeat tracks. Yet, something about these boys keeps you listening over and over.
Overall, Mayday Parade continues to be the soundtrack of heartbreak and grief and they do it well. This album is the perfect companion for my hot mess of a love life, and you’ll probably feel the same way. Unfortunately without any emotional range I have to whether there’s ever a happy moment for these poor boys.
Definitely worth the listen and after that you’ll be hooked. Still, I can’t help wishing the rain would stop and these guys would get some sunshine. They might be just as poignant and relatable with a little bit of happiness.