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It's no secret now. We fucking love Father John Misty's new album Fear Fun. It's one of those albums where you can't pick out a favorite song because it changes weekly. Sometimes daily. FJM is the moniker of Josh Tillman and I'd love to give you a description his sound through comparison via a game of 'sloppy influence identification', but as you'll read below, that'd earn me a slap across the face.

... and he might shove something in my mouth.

So, I won't go there.

Josh is one of the most unique and eccentric people in music today. One of the few artists who is comfortable in his own skin and unafraid to speak his mind. What you see is what you get. Fear Fun is...

If you're craving the sensual aroma of burnt rubber, craving the consoling proximity of unruly and unshaven blue-collar white men, craving the adrenaline rush of death-defying lane switches and near hits and nearer misses, crave these things elsewhere. ALL OF THEM. And if you typed two "Jr.'s" into your Google search in a spasm of dyslexia or Tourettes or both then you, my friend, have reached the most wrong destination.

This interrogation involves, rather, a certain doo-wopping twosome, a two dude task-force, Detroit-bred with an interplanetary fan base, a couple of strapping lads who call themselves by a distinctly unambiguous seven syllables, laughing in the face of surname conventions, their name—with its alliterative pleasures, with its insistent redundancy...