LMFAO have proven across the year just how despicably dreadful they are, yet it’s this single that sticks with us, lingering like a rotten fart and clogging up our nostrils with cheap synth squiggles, caveman raps and some bullshit about shuffling that’s already six years too late.
Bruno Mars and that fucking fedora hat. For all his saturation this year it’s Grenade that hurts the most. What a nightmare of a song this is with cloying, overwrought poncing about from the ever artificial Mars. Be prepared to hear this in every X-Factor audition for the next jillion years.