It would be unfair to review Panic! At The Disco's show at Capital One Arena as that being one of a band. As the last surviving original member of P!ATD, this was very much lead singer Brendon Urie's show as he danced, back flipped and caterwauled through a 2-hour, 28 song set on Sunday night at Capital One Arena. Because of this, and Urie's constant showboating, Brendon! At The Disco would've been a more appropriate name for this headliner.

Not that the show wasn't entertaining. Urie, with the aid of confetti, streamers, fireballs and lasers (among the many, many stage gimmicks), did his best to keep things lively. The methods he used weren't exactly original though and there was a lot of 'borrowing' (or stealing, depending on who you ask) from stage tricks from artists past.

First, Urie catapulted from beneath the stage for the opening song "(Fuck A) Silver Lining," an entrance Michael Jackson perfected over 25 years ago. His gold lame jacket landed somewhere between Elvis Presley and Sinatra's Vegas days. The song "Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time" wouldn't exist without the riff from B-52's 1978 hit "Rock Lobster." Urie doesn't so much wear his influences on this sleeve as he appropriates them solely for his benefit.

What was odd about Urie's performance is that as much as he danced, wailed and had a good time, he barely interacted or acknowledged the audience, who mainly consisted of teen girls of the age range that would interest R. Kelly. Instead, Urie remained the stand-offish host at a party who doesn't check in on his guests.

The only exception to this rule was when Urie walked through the audience, making his way to the end of the arena (to a piano that would soon become airborne), while singing "Death of a Bachelor." Here Urie turned into politician mode as he stopped for hugs, selfies, handshakes and managed a few 'How you doing?" with audience members. Sure, they were excited to see his hero up close but the singer seemed completely disconnected from the person standing inches in front of him. Even the flying piano was a tad trite as everyone from P!nk to Motley Crue have done similar things.

Kudos to the backing band who consisted of bassist Nicole Rowe, guitarist Mike Naran, drummer Dan Pawlovich, violinist Desiree Hazley, cellist Leah Metzler, violist Kiara Ana Perico, trombonist Erm Navarro, saxophonist Jesse Molloy, and trumpeter Chris Bautista. Rowe, Naran and Pawlovich did some heavy lifting providing a sold base and backing vocals for Urie to catapult himself from. Pawlovich backed Urie on a drum solo (which isn't a solo if two drum sets are in play at the same time) which is probably a good thing since Urie's drumming skills seemed self-taught and limited (I could see how tight his right wrist was from a good 50 feet away). But given the amount of young girls that were in attendance, if one of them decides to pick up an instrument after see the female musicians onstage, that alone would be totally worth it.

So while P!ATD and Urie provided two hours of harmless escapism you can't help but think they're the Wonder white bread of pop-rock bands. Tons of people enjoy it but there's absolutely no substance there.