I’m not sure if the Gen X stare is a thing, but it certainly was last week when someone asked my thoughts on the song of the summer. I had nothing.

Every summer, you see, has at least one song of the summer, the pop music equivalent of a freshly cracked cold beer: fizzy, refreshing, over in a few minutes, recyclable. Subscribe for unlimited access to The Post Save on unmatched reporting. Get your first year for $20

Some years you get a party pack: Last summer, for instance, brought us Sabrina Carpenter’s percolating “Espresso”; Chappell Roan’s supreme kiss-off, “Good Luck, Babe!”; Post Malone’s buddy-jam with Morgan Wallen, “I Had Some Help”; and the entire slab of Charli XCX’s season-defining album, “Brat.”

But, by any available metric, 2025 was no “Brat” summer. And the reason we f

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