Download links and information about Suck Fony by Wheatus. This album was released in 2004 and it belongs to Rock, Pop, Alternative genres. It contains 10 tracks with total duration of 37:30 minutes.
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|6.||American In Amsterdam||3:57|
|7.||Fair Weather Friend||3:25|
|10.||The Song That I Wrote When You Dissed Me||4:02|
In the 2000 hit "Teenage Dirtbag," Wheatus' Brendan B. Brown distills with salty sweetness the simultaneous adolescent head trips of falling in love with a band and falling hard for a crush. His hard-luck hero dreams of cranking Iron Maiden with Noel, the unattainable hottie from gym class. "She don't know what she's missing," he says; "She doesn't give a damn about me," he also says. But in a turnaround worthy of Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman," Noel reveals her own loneliness to "Teenage Dirtbag"'s hero, and offers him two tickets to a Maiden paradise. "She's walking over to me," he marvels. "How does she know who I am?" But it's true. "Come with me Friday," she tells him. "Don't say maybe," and the track's sugar-drenched grunge guitars kick in behind the harmonies. If you were wondering what happened to Wheatus since that single, Suck Fony's word-jumble title should give you an idea — squabbles with Sony over the follow-up to "Dirtbag" and their debut LP put Wheatus in a bitter holding pattern. But 2005's Fony is a remedy — it features the recordings originally made for that follow-up, as well as a few extras, and it's entirely self-released. (Via the band's own imprint in the U.K. and PayPal domestically.) Part of Brown's songwriting charm is his knack for aligning lyrical irectness with brightly-toned melodies, and in this Fony does not disappoint. "Freak On," the breakup song "Lemonade" ("Just tell me his name/Just tell me you didn't get laid in our bedroom..."), and "Song That I Wrote When You Dissed Me" are peppy blends of bitter pills, cynical humor, and simplistic but entirely effective melodies; the latter is a hyper cocktail of synth pop and the New Pornographers. Brown's endearing, oddly pitched whine leads on every song; "Fairweather Friend" and "Anyway" offer more kicky keyboards, sarcastic lyrics, and soaring choruses; and the band's formula as applied to the Pat Benatar classic "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" is both effervescent and punchy. That it's an obvious tell-off to their former label gives the cover even more grit.