There are apparently just short of a thousand reasons to hate Fall Out Boy. Most of them have something to do with their bassist, Pete Wentz, and the fact that he enjoys being good at what he does and amuses himself with pictures of his own penis. All of which I find rather moot as soon as I hear a line like "This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race" sung in Patrick Stump's soulful suburban yelp. All your little indie pop heroes will be hard pressed to write a line that massive. In fact, it requires a certain level of self-denial to hate Fall Out Boy, as in, "No, I don't like huge hooks, soaring choruses or wild-eyed expressions of youthful ambition." If so, congratulations, you're 800 years old. Or a Joanna Newsom fan.