They came as they are. No gimmicks. No stage theatrics. No props or concepts or even the barest semblance of costumes.
What might seem as a departure from form is actually cleverly adherent. As a band who recreates themselves again and again, their very existence upon that stage is a reincarnation.
My Chemical Romance have proven themselves the phonenix who rose from their own ashes; triumphant and transcendent, this was a homecoming which will remain a proud, perfect bookend to a decade of rock and roll.
