I really, really didn't want to like Vampire Weekend's Saturday Night Live stint on the eve of their forthcoming record, Modern Vampires of the City. I'm one of those haters whose ears bleed at the mere mention of an Oxford Comma, I think they sound like the soundtrack to a fancy Hamptons beach party I can't afford, and if they come up in conversation, I'm the one who makes an awkward "Hey I listened to Paul Simon's Graceland too GIMME A GUITAR AND SOME NANTUCKET REDS BRAH" joke that rarely goes over well. I didn't find them entirely deplorable, but the flailing and falling-all-over-yourself thing that happens when someone gets into a heated defense of Contra or the "inventive" nature of Vampire Weekend's plucky pop-rock numbers that you forget the second the song's over, I find them eye roll-inducing at best. They don't do it for me lyrically, they don't break any ground sonically, but for whatever reason, they're fun and I'll still dance my face off to their shit--and this is why their performances of "Diane Young" and "Unbelievers" have me in a bit of a bind.
See also: Play Guitar the Vampire Weekend Way