Austin Mahone and Pitbull Cook Up an MMM Tasty Toe Tapper

MMM, "m" cubed, m to the third power. One mid range letter of the alphabet sure has gotten some nifty shout outs from the music community. The Crash Test Dummies laid down one of the most quizzical songs of the '90s with "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm" (those quirky Canadians!!) Hanson, the brother act that owes a huge debt of gratitude to South by Southwest" for their being discovered rose to the pop summit in 1997 with their so infectiously catchy it makes me want to scream smash "MMMBop". If you were anywhere near a radio in 1997 you likely were force fed that song at some point. Lucky that in many cases, my own included, giving into its homespun charm was a breeze. Now there's another teen hunk using the letter m as a fun time instigator. Austin Mahone calls nearby San Antonio his crib. I think's it's amusing I'm Greg from Austin (practically...I've lived here since I was 4) speaking about Austin from San Antonio (insert sound of booing nightclub goers, drunk or otherwise, here...thrown items optional). I won't even try to deny that I thought his "What About Love" was devour worthy, pop priceless that doesn't ask anything more from me than that I at least try to get into the groove. The chorus had zing, his voice sailed effortlessly over top of the hook. That said, it's not hard to believe he, along with the finger in every pot Floridian Pitbull have combined their mad skills for "MMM Yeah", a peak cocktail hour rave up that's long on toe tapping lip licking let your hair down celebration. You're in your car. You've entered a tunnel in the heart of the metro area. Somehow a raft of blissful harmonies have conspired to see you through to the sunny side of the traffic hodgepodge. Consider "MMM Yeah" to be a dish seasoned sparingly. Piano fills here, tap happy drums there. All the while Austin and Pitbull are having the time of their lives. Not every piece of art has to be buoyed down with unreachable expectations. Loosen up already, ya' tightwads!! The video plainly shows Austin in cut up mode. Even better he's embracing it like it's some newly discovered second skin. He's not taking himself, his role in the business at this hour, nor the video shoot seriously. You don't need a language translator to figure our the female object of desire occupies the front and center role in the lyrics. There's good cop and bad cop in the world of relationships. "MMM Yeah" comes complete with Austin playing the role of easily discernible lyric speaker whereas Pitbull is content to ride on the muscles flexed in keeping in real mode. You'll have to pardon me. I'm a wimpy white boy who wouldn't merely get pancake blocked by a linebacking corps...I'd get reduced to pancake paste. "Jordan and Pippen mane?" Okay I'm stupid. Ya' got me. Say what? Mane? Lion King? I know skinny white boy, just keep dancing and don't try to impress nobody. I think Austin deserves a boatload of fist bumps for obeying the journalist's mantra, K.I.S.S. (Keep It Simple Stupid). Keeps his currently wholesome image minty fresh. His open contribution to the word world is "When I saw her walking down the street she looked so fine I had to speak. I asked her name but she turned away. As she walked all that I could say was MMM MMM Yeah Yeah". See? To the point. English language from Mahone to the Mahone mavens. As we delve further into the wonderland of this girl's body she comes complete with those uniformly pulse pounding six inch heels clicking away to beat the band. Austin wants details. Where you from? Where you wanna go? In this bootylicious boxing match we're talking the feel her out round. At least he's not so forward he's already progressing towards feeling her up if you get my naughty little drift. Pitbull, as you might expect (No, not a clairvoyant. Merely moving the conversational ball forward.) brings a tiny drop of '90s name value to this fired up fiesta when "Move it like Kris Kross" jumps out from between his lips. Maybe that's in poor taste given that one half of that duo died not too many years ago but his accountant is likely dancing in the streets. Pitbull also revives the ghost of Gerardo's blink and you missed it chart reign by getting Spanglish on us. Observe..."Austin, man Armando acabando latinos y gringos gosando me entiendes. For those that thought we was (that's were, buster. There's such a thing as proper grammar) done they don't have a mind to think with, brainless (and repetitious). Most of them broke but they're famous. Some got hitched but they're nameless. Might fancy word shuffling there, Pardner. This intellectual jousting of psychological compass points boggles my sometimes boggle defiant bean. Simple, non bloat inducing pop entertainment. I ask, they deliver. That's a social contract that doesn't stop building on its already commendable luster. You won't miss those four minutes of your lives that much. You spent it in the company of two young dudes on the prowl who are reveling in the chase scenes. Place "MMM Yeah" in the win column for Team Mahone. It can only boost his growing perch in the pop culture limelight. Pitbull proves to be a affably daffy partner who matches Austin stride for stride in the goofy goober department. Seventeen has been a sweet age for Austin. At the rate he's going he'll have plenty more tasty triumphs ahead of him.