By the time My Chemical Romance formed, something had to give. Generation X had grown older, wearier and, ultimately, more cynical. Grunge was dead. Nu metal was bloated. Commercial rock music was dominated by ‘The’ bands. A generation of disillusioned young music fans were left waiting for some new heroes to pin their hopes to. At the turn of the millennium, rock’n’roll needed a revolution.
More importantly, it needed someone to lead that revolution. Alternative music was in desperate need of some new figureheads. Somebody needed to make dark, aggressive, vibrant rock’n’roll that spoke to the people bored of the whimpering, safe and faceless music that was masquerading as alternative.
