And the title track is one of the most saucy, racy and sexy celebrations of double-entendre in a long, long while. Then he sings about tearing her dress and messing her hair. It's the kind of thing women who read too many Oprah books or pirate romances dream of. Very masculine sexuality, tempered with a strange wily tenderness not usually found in, say, the southern blues, where his lyrical style comes from. Through all of these promises of what he's going to do to this hopefully willing girl, he still seems pretty vulnerable.
Weeks is a good writer.
He knows how to lay down a catchy tune, and his hooks are immediately recognizable on the second listen. The opening number, Motor City, is a blues song, and, like I said, Weeks is all over the map in a colourful way. His voice, a little nasally in a Weird Al Yankovic way, might be his shortcoming, but I like it anyway. It's boyish and likable.