“Beep my Beep” has a gimmick, but it's more than a novelty; the hook isn't overly clever, but I don't think it is trying to be. It is, however, funny....

It is a song about being 19 better than most songs are at being about being 19. It balances its humor – the kind of chorus that would be an obnoxious eye-rolling joke in the hands of the more detached, too-cool-4-skool style of most 00's blog-house – with a powerfully sincere, hugely emotional synths, the kind that powered classic vocal pop house like Linus Loves' “Stand Back.” But this one is about being young, drinking, smoking, dancing and awkwardly, blindly stumbling through the beginning of adulthood, trying to express the nuances and confusingly adult conversational skills required to get into someone's pants, the conversational games we play when there's potential mutual attraction, and how these moments are simultaneously full of sincere gravity, and yet, in the abstract – or with several years hindsight – also really sort of absurd and hilarious.

And the rush of it all is so real – the heart-pounding bass, the furious release of the guitar solo, the borderline-comical yet universal lyrical details. The portentous drama only serves to reinforce the humor, make it feel more authentic, because it really is a knowing laugh, a self-aware chuckle of recognition.

When you first start hitting up parties as a teenager, the first experiences ultimately feel the most powerful. New experiences leave sharp imprints on the psyche, especially with the realization that there is an entire world of beautiful people out there and you might be lucky enough to crash into one. What seals the deal with this song is the video, which looks like an alternate world WB teen drama, especially the perfectly-captured tone of the kid's faces, that fronting bad-ass pose that betrays a little bit of unsteady interest through eye contact. They're trying to be suave and sophisticated, and it's not quite right yet – they haven't yet figured out how they're going to express this lust, or the expression of it still feels like a really primitive, thin veneer, just barely censored because its a bit much to handle in the moment -- just as the song barely censors the primal motives of its participants. The song recognizes the absurdity of that post-adolescent moment where you first hit the water when diving into a new environment, the level of faking it and awkwardly groping for the right things to say, the things that will make him/her like you, faking attention because you're self-conscious and concerned with the internal, but you won't be faking tonight, because you knew at first sight. The only thing that feels constrained about the record is the guitar solo, which should last so much longer. But maybe thats the kind of thing that comes with experience.