11-year old me was a Fall Out Boy super-fan. I can still remember 'Sugar We're Goin Down' coming out on a day my mum had chosen to take me to Cheshire Oaks…dress shopping.
Clad in all black with the only accents of colour the skulls on my belt, I wasn't interested in shopping then, and definitely not for dresses. Oh no, I was only interested in using my iPod to listen to the song on repeat for the whole trip, much to my mum's disdain.
I couldn't get enough of how angsty it was whilst making me want to get up and dance - it felt like puberty was the perfect time to be listening to stuff like this. "You just don't understand me, mum" was the vibe I was attempting to go for, and Fall Out Boy were the perfect soundtrack.