Nobody knows why Queen worked. Maybe it was the ’70s. Maybe it was Freddie Mercury’s magical mustache. By all logic, a band fronted by a man wearing white spandex overalls who sings rock-operas about riding a bicycle should not work. But it did and unless you’re one of the many millions of people who find them incredibly annoying, Queen was good in a creative, tongue-in-cheek way, and that was that. Now comes the thing known as My Chemical Romance, a bunch of sniveling little pop-punk MTV cretins who think they can just throw on some marching band uniforms and recreate “Bohemian Rhapsody.”
Sure, Brian May could rock circles around My Chemical Romance. And yes, even with his head in a bucket of water Freddie could out-sing their weenie lead singer. But the most important thing here is that Queen had a sense of humor about their over-the-top rock, while My Chemical Romance takes it all so seriously. You think that in 20 years people will be performing karaoke to “Son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?” Or will they be screaming “Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?!” Epics are either really fun or kickass: you can either be funny and flamboyant like Queen or surly and awesome like Lynard Skynard. But you can’t shop at Hot Topic and cry about your daddy.
It’s been a big year for St. Louis. The city was recently named the nation’s most dangerous city, became home to the worst World Series champion team in the history of baseball and spawned Jibbs, the 15-year old rapper/genius behind the hit, “Chain Hang Low.” Sung to the tune of the kindergarten song “Do Your Ears Hang Low,” the chorus of Jibbs’ jam goes like this:
“Does yo chain hang low
Do it wobble to an fro
Does it shine in the light
Is it platinum, is it gold
Could you throw it over ya shoulda
If ya hot, to make ya cold
Do your chain hang low?”
The brilliance and originality of “Chain Hang Low” continues throughout Jibbs’ wittily titled debut album, “Jibbs Feat Jibbs.” Not only will a listen to Jibbs’ album expose you to mind-blowing metaphors such as “I got butter like Crisqo,” but it will also grace you with subtle choruses like:
“King Kong, king, king, king, king kong, king
King Kong, king, king, king, king Kong
If you hear before you see me
I got king kong in the trunk
King kong, king, king, king, king Kong, King
King Kong, King, King, King, King Kong
If you hear before you see me
I got King, I got King Kong”
