Through the door of 1,000 basements in America there are bands playing songs just like this one. They are too good to want to share with anyone, and certainly not with the rest of the country. The Gossip represents the perfect neighborhood band: loud and trashy with out smacking of shtick and pretense, house rockin' and soulful without borrowed nostalgia or pandering theatrics. Cool, we walk in to the thick of the basement throng, feeling the heat of a hundred dancing kids as we push to the front to catch a glimpse of the band, and the cool center is exactly what this band is.

The song is all about the crush, played by this band of three, two women and one man (no bass). The song is directed at us and the one we came with, and to all the other couples that are now sectioning themselves off in musty gray corners of the basement brushing cobwebs from their hair and sweat from their brows and necks. Starting with cupped hands to one another's ear and moving to arms around the waist, we try to say all the things this stomping song is already doing for us in the only way that rock can – blatant and brazen. But as clumsy loud discussions on natural attraction lead to violent hip-rolling kisses up against the cinder block wall, so does floor-stomp rock lead to the Chicago Police Department pulling the plug on the PA and saying that they're only asking once for everyone to get the hell out. Now. The one thing more rock n' roll than a rock band is a hundred drunk kids stumbling over each other trying to get out of a busted house party on a Thursday night.