I was a big fan of My Chemical Romance throughout my teenage years. I danced to Teenagers whenever it came on the radio, memorised Ray Toro’s speech at the beginning of the I’m Not Okay (I Promise) music video, performed a dramatic rendition of Helena on Singstar for PS2 and religiously hunted eBay for a Black Parade jacket I couldn’t afford. Back in 2010, people were still hooked on The Black Parade, but when Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys was released, everyone I knew hated it. It wasn’t dark enough, or emo enough… the list goes on. But I loved it and, in fact, in my seemingly unpopular opinion, I still think it’s their best album to this day. A week after my 18th birthday, I got a tattoo of the Danger Days spi...
