Welcome to the Black Parade, again. If you were under the impression your eyeliner-wearing days were dead and buried, guess again. Six years after we bid them so long and goodnight, and 15 after the debut of Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, the angsty soundtrack to our teenage years, we awoke on Halloween (how fitting?) to the news that My Chemical Romance, the reigning emo band of the 2000s, had announced their long-awaited reunion. Suffice to say, we were not okay. Millennials everywhere were startled out of their anxiety-stricken adulthoods and sent hurtling back to their, well, anxiety-stricken teenage years.

Technically, the band has only confirmed a single reunion show in LA (which sold out in minutes, much to the dismay of a small but vocal faction of MR PORTER’s London team members), but an album can’t be far off if, er, Disney pop sensation turned prophet of our times Mr Joe Jonas, is to be believed. Back in June this year, the “Year 3000” thief revealed he’d recently been rehearsing next door to Messrs Gerard Way and Frank Iero et al, thus foreshadowing the release of a follow up to Danger Days.

Which means it’s time to dust off your skinny jeans and come out of mourning. As is the case with most subcultures, emo’s sartorial principles were a way of expressing your inner self, outwardly. Thus, if your hoodie was black, so too was your soul and heart. If you spent the better part of your tortured adolescence listening to Hawthorne Heights’ “Ohio is For Lovers” on repeat while updating your MySpace and DeviantArt pages, it’s likely you’re familiar with the rudimentary style tenets, but a refresher can’t hurt. Here’s everything you need to prepare for the Return.

Converse or checkerboard Vans? Otherwise known as the sneaker equivalent of Sophie’s choice for any emo worth their salty tears. No matter how much time you spent at the skate park (never learning to actually skateboard, mind) and no matter how easy the slip-on style was to kick off when you were in a huff with your parents, Vans were never able to topple the supremacy of Converse’s black All Star Chuck Taylor’s. Your PE teacher was having none of it, though.

Though Mr Hedi Slimane is largely responsible for ushering in the skinny jeans revolution during his tenures at Dior Homme and SAINT LAURENT, the emo fold cannot deny its complicity in their subsequent ascendency during the 2000s. Choose a drainpipe fit in deepest black, naturally. The deliberate rips are optional, but don’t expect to be taken seriously when it’s time for the wall of death if you’re not flashing at least a knee.

Location is everything. It’s true for real estate and it’s true for emo. Thus, your interpretation of what constituted the subculture’s style was largely predicated on whether you prescribed to the British or American school of thought. If it was the latter, your sartorial output incorporated a geeky-meets-gawky aesthetic, too. Horn-rimmed specs indicated to your peers that your wallflower sensibility was a side effect of your deep intellect, and not crippling social anxiety. Whether you needed a prescription or not was entirely beside the point.

Unfortunately, MR PORTER doesn’t sell studded leather belts (yet), so we hope this hazardous looking chain from skate-meets-street brand Palm Angels will suffice. Aptly dubbed Pin My Heart, it’s a signal to everyone in your general vicinity that you’re pining for that racoon-eyed girl with the hefty side fringe. If you’re the type of gent who usually shies away from wearing jewellery, just remember: “It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Death Wish”.

Welcome to the black parade. Or, rather, welcome to the black rope-trimmed wool and cashmere cardigan parade. It turns out there is a way to mix emo with high fashion, and that way is to dress top-to-toe in AMIRI, the LA brand responsible for this imitation knit.