Remember pumping your fist (incidentally wrapped in a glow-stick bracelet) on the dance floor of a gay club? That's what this sounds like. It's old-school funky house (read: recycling music from a decade-and-a-half ago). He does a decent job of producing and everything sounds clean, but when you listen it's like "hey, I heard this a long time ago"...and you were glad to forget it and move on.