It's an apt name, but only in that this New York trio's second album is a reminder that many things commonly regarded as fun are in fact not only not fun, but actively depressing. Lyrically vapid, auto-tuned and stadium-aspiring choruses like these, with their hands-in-the-air, mugging-with-your-mates quality, are so lacking in imagination that they make "feel-good" feel really, really bad. Singer Nate Ruess does an impeccable Freddie Mercury impression but when, on the title track, he asks: "What do I stand for? What do I stand for?" I can't help but think the answer is: "Not much."