Andy Grammer Charms And Disarms Throughout "Honey, I'm Good"

Mood slumping fast? Get yourself a taste of Californian Andy Grammer's "Honey, I'm Good" and I bet you'll be on the upward trend towards peppy vibes. His affable persona behind the mike insures the song can seek out a home somewhere in even the most jaded of hearts. How he makes potential philandering sound commendable escape logical comprehension. As Adam Sandler's movie title implores "Just Go With It". Hand clapping only adds to the conceit that getting a little leg on the side somehow has moral upshot to it. Give the boy credit that, no, he shouldn't let temptation guide him down the wrong path. You could ascertain the winning way of the song stems largely from the sun drenched chord focus. You don't hear moral dilemma. You don't get minor chords fraught with gloom. You also don't have to deal with aesthetic shifts all over the cultural map. He's locked into one frame of mind which gets more cute the longer the song goes. Verse two pays tribute to the female ass, a conceptual retread but since Andy's the messenger we won't kill him for the message. I admire the comic book slant of the video. His situation is farcical enough to warrant this type of treatment. Lots of superhero action poses to go around. But back to the song itself. Repetition thy name is this chorus. After the fourth round of "I could have another but I probably should not" his words lose their punch a tad. He protests but he's not firm about backing away from the bar. He has great percussion backing him up. That mandates toe tapping responses. You don't sense choral sensibilities are sacrificed either. "Honey, I'm Good" is very easy to follow along with. Taking the ride presents naughty little rewards that we can chortle about in the privacy of our own domiciles. Brassiness comes naturally to Andy. Pumped up to the right level his is an infidelity party to which we all gain access via peering through the lens. "Honey, I'm Good" absorbs in the system like the undeniable feast for the senses that it makes itself out to be. Andy wears a nattily attired rogue's hat like it was meant to fit on his head. Honey, this is guilty pleasure tune without the guilt.