“I like "Rude". I like its novelty, its specificity, its chintziness, its shred-worthy guitar solo, its eternal hook, its randomness, its farting synthetic horns. It is Canadian reggae without apology. When it comes on in the bodega, I can't help but linger near the expired milk. But all that said, I also can't help but sympathize with the song's apparent villain—the stubborn dad who won't let his ”
