Though easily one of the catchiest bands on the New York scene,the Ballet don't routinely get the same sort of hysterical accolades as their hook deficient peers. So, while this track has been floating around MySpace for awhile, there's a better than average chance that you haven't heard it. Also a better than average chance that it'll be prancing through your head for the next ten hours.
Greg Goldberg's understated vocals give a sort of shy credibility to his always slyly amusing lyrics about hedonistic gay courtship. The synths throb, the handclaps pop, there's melody packed into every corner. "I don't think we're alone now/ so I don't wanna go home now," sings Goldberg, subverting the old standard Shondells (or Tiffany for 80's babies) lyric. He's singing about the rush of unexpected acceptance. With songs this sharp, it's a feeling to which he'll soon grow accustomed.