7. Fucking Fun

This is a strange case. To me, there are two versions of this band. The first is “fun.”: The band that released Aim and Ignite, the best indie pop rock album of 2009. I loved every song on that album. I would walk around, blasting it through my earbuds and sing “All The Pretty Girls” at the top of my lungs whilst ignoring everyone around me who had to deal with me catastrophically missing Nate Ruess’ high notes. I could even deal with the fact that they put a pretentious period in their name and made it a big pain in the ass to find them on Youtube. Although not nearly as hard as it was trying to find the band !!!.

By the way, !!!, I am still pissed at you.

And then there’s “Fucking Fun”.

Used in a sentence: “Oh great, it’s that Fucking Fun song that they always play when they burn through their 13th copy of Call Me Maybe.”

Sometime between 2009 and 2012, Fun. decided to sacrifice a small child to Radio Satan and recorded We Are Young, a song so trite and anthemic that you knew every girl between the ages of 15 and 19 would make the lyrics into their Facebook status at some point. Even Janelle Monáe couldn’t have saved it.

I was really hoping that the song would be a fluke and the rest of the follow-up album would be up to Aim & Ignite’s par. Unfortunately, no. Not even close, actually. The closest they came is their title track, Some Nights, which nearly captured the spirit of their debut until three minutes into it when GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING AUTOTUNE rears its ugly head. At that point, all hope was lost.

(For those who haven’t heard it, go ahead and listen. It sounds like T-Pain being strangled with piano wire.)

So, as I sit and listen to Aim & Ignite again like a teenaged boy flipping through happy photographs of ex-girlfriends, I can’t help but pray that Nate Ruess will experience a moment of clarity, realize that platinum record sales and the love of thousands of underage girls can only get him so far, and immediately start writing good music for the third album and we can all forget that Some Nights happened.

Just like You Could Have It So Much Better didn’t happen, right Franz Ferdinand?
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