Emo and pop punk (and tightcore) dominated the radio throughout much of the OUGHTS. Lumped into these categories are many of the bands that comforted our unrequited infatuation, and, for some people, the shame of waking with crusty bedsheets. Sorry. You remember. Fall Out Boy. Dashboard Confessional. Blink. Jimmy Eat World. Good Charlotte. The Used. Brand New. The Killers, even. Panic! At the Disco. Etc.
And while these bands may variously fall within emo, pop punk, and alt rock, one of the greatest genres of our generation passed by without a whiff of acknowledgement. Glam Emo. GLEMO.
First there was glam rock (Bowie, T-Rex). Then glam metal (Poison, Ratt). And then… the glam was gone. But glemo existed – we just missed it.
Glemo deserves delineation. There are several things that Glemo is not. Glemo is not strictly pop punk (e.g., Blink-182, New Found Glory), emo (e.g., Dashboard Confessional), or power pop (e.g., weezer), though it incorporates elements of each of these genres with one essential ingredient: the glam aesthetic. Glemo is emo/pop punk/power pop but with the aesthetic of the glam bands of yore (i.e., wearing eyeliner, having fucked up hair), and sometimes a bit of goth. Many bands were close but lacked the aesthetic, perhaps most notably Brand New. This is important.
The core Glemo groups that define Glemo are Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance (the Glemo Bowie), and, probably, Fall Out Boy (b/c of the Pete Wentz factor). Other bands that likely fall under the spectrum of Glemo (“Disputed Glemo”) include Paramore, The Used, Taking Back Sunday, Good Charlotte, and The Faint.
Precursors of Glemo include the likes of AFI, some Green Day, and Alkaline Trio.
Forebearers of Glemo were, clearly, The Cure.
We yearned for their SEXY ectomorphic BODIES, faces adorned with eyeliner to highlight the DEPTH and DARKNESS of these mysterious NERD SEX gods. Thank you, lord. I’m getting flushed. And these aren’t just your Myspace-band bottom feeders. They made it to the cover of the Rolling Stone:
The idea of a genre is easy to miss or dismiss, but we miss the trends, influences, and common threads that weave their way through this crazy trip we call life, man. Do you fucking dig it, bruv?
Take Chillwave, for example. Initially seen as something of a joke. Well, jokes on all of us because it became one of the most popular genres of music EVER (on this website). What if we hadn’t identified it? Classified it. Delineated it. Would we have missed it? You bet we would have, smart guy.
And if we ignored Glemo, what else will we ignore? What have we already missed? Glam Electro (Glectro?). Glam Rap? (Glap?). Maybe these genres existed, or maybe they didn’t because we failed to acknowledge this wonderful, tremendous genre that brought all of us so much joy and angst and crusty bedsheets.
Lest we forget. May Glemo never die.