Despite the tune’s subject matter, Thirty’s lyrics and almost chirpy delivery dance to the precipice of “player” braggadocio, but avoid tumbling into the misogynist abyss precisely because he celebrates a sense of play.
Imperceptive at first, tension gradually builds. The switchback beats skitter, the horns surface like lazily breeching dolphins and Amurrio’s soothing croon soon merges with the midrange.