Sorry, but it’s little more than an exercise in self-indulgence. Another song about partying. Ahem, concert-attending. Ain’t it great? Well, yes it is. If you’re half-drunk. Maybe if you’re high, although I haven’t heard much from the boy that would fit a weed groove. If, on the other hand, you are in the car and this repetetive crock of noise comes through the speakers, well that’ll be one of the 22 times that the average commuter changes stations on the average daily commute. This isn’t a record with legs.