They're My Chemical Romance, they're your chemical romance, they're everybody's.

There's nothing like a band that makes you wish you were a teenager again. How wonderfully perverse that they're at the centre of a scene dismissed as miserable and humourless, and yet they're camp and ridiculous and ambitious and filled with enough black comedy to sink a battleship. With zombie sailors.

Tonight Matthew, I'm going to be Gerrard Way. What are they going to do next?