Live Review: Fall Out Boy - The Troubadour, West Hollywood
Tue, 09 Dec 2008 10:58:20
At the Troubadour, Fall Out Boy took over Hollywood without going "Hollywood." During last night's rare and intimate club show, there was no velvet rope, myriad of celebrities or TMZ cameras. All of the typical trappings that a band of their stature would require from L.A. had been thrown out the window. It was pure punk rock. In fact, Fall Out Boy channeled an unbridled energy that spread through the crowd and brought a smile to everyone's face. Granted, some of those smiles were a byproduct of bassist Pete Wentz's hilarious banter, but for the most part it was the kinetic performance that turned those emo frowns upside down.
The kids need Fall Out Boy, and Wentz is completely aware of that. At one point, he shelled out some advice to the most faithful in attendance. "We feel like we're not in a rock n' roll band. We feel like evangelists," he smirked. "We're here to hear about your problems and let them go. All you need to say is, 'I Don't Care.' That's what it comes down to in life." That's all he needed to preface the band's first single from their latest album, Folie A Deux, aptly titled, "I Don't Care." Right when drummer Andy Hurley's bombastic beat kicked in, the crowd knew what to do. They chanted every word and got riley on the chorus.
Wentz and vocalist Patrick Stump may sing that they don't care, but they care more than most artists do. Hence, giving back to their fans with an unforgettable night of live staples and diehard favorites in a tiny, packed club. Fall Out Boy started everything off with "Thanks for the Memories," and they assaulted the stage, circling around each other without missing a note. A white on black back drop with the band's name sat behind them, and the show felt like an old school basement show—which is probably why Stump kept referencing the band's early days in between songs.
While Stump reminisced, Wentz kept dispensing his keen and incisive pop culture observations. Knowing his audience, he referred to Twilight star Robert Pattinson as "The guy from Twilight with the hair, Robert Patterson?" That big smile adorned his face, and the kids cracked up. Like any good comedian, Wentz never misses a punch line. He continued, "We got a bootleg copy of Twilight and watched it over and over again. We decided, 'You know what? Let's write a song about this thing.'" That last remark appropriately preceded a fantastic and fiery "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me.'" Sexually frustrated vampires weren't Wentz's only target though. Every love that'd ever let him down also got it good. "Where Is Your Boy/Grand Theft Autumn" sounded pristine and powerful, as Joe Trohman ripped an impromptu lead. The chorus sailed into Journey territory, and Fall Out Boy's knack for melody was once again brandished. "Nobody Puts Baby In the Corner," with its choking bridge, proved to be one of the best performances of the evening, as the onstage thrashing didn't stop.
New songs "America's Suitehearts" and "Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On a Bad Bet" possessed the same tongue-in-cheek brilliance that the classics had, but they also cackled with a new fire and passion. The kids ate up oldies "A Light On In Chicago" and "Yule Shoot Your Eye." Two covers also hit with aplomb—namely "Beat It" and then a hilarious and infectious rendition of Estelle and Kanye West's "American Boy."
"Sugar, We're Goin Down" and "Dance, Dance" paved the way for a rousing "Saturday," and Fall Out Boy left the stage victorious again. It's not easy being post-emo prophets, but somebody's got to do it. It hasn't felt this good to rock in L.A. in years.