I have written about my fanaticism for The Voice, the NBC singing talent show.  My favorites — James Wolpert, the uber-geeky former Apple Store employee and TessAnne Chin, the former backup singer for Jimmy Cliff — are still on the show, which is great.  Best of all, I am being exposed to new music.

I don’t listen to the radio, except for NPR.  I don’t stay on top of what’s happening in music unless it has such a sledgehammer effect in popular culture that I can’t help noticing.  Even then, I was about eight months late jumping on the “Call Me Maybe” bandwagon, by which time the song was completely passé. (The video still remains darling, however.)  Along with catching the Grammys when I remember to (that’s how I found out about Mumford and Sons, Gnarls Barkley, and Taylor Swift) watching The Voice introduces me to music I usually have not heard before, by showcasing covers of songs by bands I usually have not heard of previously.  And so, thanks to a trio by the show’s more rock-minded contestants, I have found Fall Out Boy.

I love the song I first heard covered, “Sugar, We’re Going Down,” (with its delightful phrase “loaded God complex”) but even more I like the titles to their songs.  Some of these gems include: “Hum Hallelujah,””You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave,””The Carpal Tunnel of Love,” and my absolute favorite, “Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Won’t Get Sued.”

How can you not love those?  Whether the music is any good is almost besides the point.