I suspect there’s a certain type of nostalgia-prone socially anxious everteen who gravitates to Cake’s music. There’s a certain type of person who finds kinship in Vince DiFiore’s trumpet and John McCrea’s sardonic speak-singing. It takes a certain kind of person to argue, absent irony, that the greatest cover song ever recorded is Cake’s version of I Will Survive, even when faced with well-made arguments and protestations.