It was a face that didn’t have a care in the world…

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Andrew Karpan: Okay, the magazine profile writes itself: facing the pressure of following-up their 6× platinum-hit single, the last rock band in America had one answer: “What, Me Worry?”
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Tim de Reuse: The acoustic guitar-strummed interlude, violin flourishes, growling brass stabs, and chunky backbeat all serve to distract you from the fact that you’re listening to a song that rhymes “running through my head” with “should’ve said;” a song that celebrates how little it has to say about any of the subjects it brings up; a song where a 40-year old dude from Alaska falsetto-chirps “I ain’t even trippin’” six times.
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Will Adams: Because we all know the best route to an incisive commentary on our current existential malaise is to invoke Alfred E. Neuman.
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Alex Clifton: We sure do live in a society, huh?
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Katherine St Asaph: I was gonna become the Joker, until this song made becoming the Joker sound so goddamn boring.
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John S. Quinn-Puerta: I would’ve enjoyed this more if I hadn’t heard it 20 times since 2005. 
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Ady Thapliyal: You have to respect any band that managed to climb out the wreckage of Landfill Indie and still have a career, let alone a major label deal with Atlantic Records. No, this song is not good, but they’ve earned these two points. 
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