Mayer Hawthorne covered this last night at Splore City. It was awesome – but I couldn’t help feeling a little bit cheated. That’s MY guilty pleasure! That’s MY dancefloor cheese bomb! Now the secret is well and truly out. Nice one Hawthorne.
What a tune though. I defy anyone upon hearing this not to smile like a loon and start happy clapping. I did it just now in fact. By myself. In my kitchen. I did it last night too, at 3am (at somewhat deafening volume too, judging by the speaker volume today – sorry neighbs).
Having said all that, the last time I did drop this publicly, at our Southsidesoul party a couple of Christmases ago, half the room jumped up and boogied; the other half looked somewhat quizzical, as if to say “You cheesy motherfucker”.
Let there be no doubt from now on. This tune is SOLID GOLD. So say we all.
Putting Out Fire with Gasoline 