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The beat is cheesy, catchy, mechanized. The synths are charming, like some caffeinated Tears for Fears b-side. And here's the first verse, suspiciously beautiful, simple and frank. Our hero and heroine seem to have stumbled onto love at first sight. Him: "Hop in the club and I, I see you dancing there/ You caught my eyes like trees catch sunshine." Her: "Oh, quit your playing boy, you took my breath away/ I couldn't speak with you in my sight." Him: "Well, if you'd like to try, I'd like to say hello/ I wish that we had met long ago." Aw. It's like two wittle cartoon bunnies, with teensy hearts floating into the air from their chests. Cue the blunt and brave chorus: Him: "Damn girl, you make my dick erect, my dick erect [repeat]" Her: "Ooh boy, you make my pussy wet, my pussy wet [repeat]." It's a mantra we hear ad nauseam as our lusty protagonists make their way to the nearest bed. It's funny, it's stupid, either senselessly depraved or impossibly honest. Totally Michael, Indiana's one-man doofus-pop band with the strange Blink-182/Dan Deacon sound, gets off on making you smile, and maybe feel a little dirty. Damn girl, dirty looks good on you.
Totally Michael plays Thu., Nov. 20, 7:30 p.m., $12, with MC Chris, First Unitarian Church, 2125 Chestnut St., 866-468-7619, r5productions.com.
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