I was gonna keep my mouth shut on this one, but I've decided that discretion will not be the better part of valor on this day. Fall Out Boy is ridiculous. They are the bullshit, spandex-clad, hair metal of today. They just use a different means to create the atmosphere. We all know that already. However, what has always separated them from their ilk (for me anyway) was the slight appearance of self-awareness. I say slight, because, while they seem to have a good sense of humor about themselves, they clearly don't understand the joke that they will be looked back upon as. But, whatever, it's all in good fun. Here's the best part though: it has gotten so much worse. As a result, the music ( a seriously strange blend of emo and pop topped off by massive egomania) and its almost campy entertainment value has only exponentially increased. They seem to be in a place now where they feel that they should present the idea that they are this self-aware troupe of clever blokes, but only seem to prove the exact opposite with their music. And it is awesome. "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" is a perfect example of this go-for-broke sonic assault that they apparently employ on Infinity on High (which I have only heard a few tracks from). Symphonic, harmonic, melodic; every aspect turned up to 11--and why the fuck not? The louder you play the better you sound. That's a medical fact! What these fools lack in originality and genuine talent they more than compensate for with an unsurprising knack for unsubtle melodies (which pretty much always work) and a now apparent penchant for the grandiose. This kind of spectacle will almost always strike a chord with me. I would call this song a guilty pleasure if only I felt guilty.