If I could lick any spreadable food substance off of any person I would lick lobster mashed potatoes off of Dean Wareham. Or so goes one of my favorite games to play with drunken friends. "What would you lick and who would you pick?". Answers have varied from duck confit and Anna Kournakova to tapioca and Tom Cruise, but I maintain that my answer is the best. Dean has this sullen sexiness that only a man of words can convey. His wit is like a cupid's arrow to the loins. I know you're thinking "He ain't no Carey Grant (but then again who is)", but there's just something about that man.

Luna's newest EP, Close Cover Before Striking was released today though I've had it in my hot little hands for a tad longer. Dean's back slinging words like a good short order cook; one of my favorite lines thus far "My eyes are scrambled" comes from the catchy opener Astronaut. Appropriately sounding space rock guitars back Dean's lyrics in this song. The chorus almost sounds like something you'd expect from late 80's Cure records (In fact it is almost as bouncy as Friday I'm in Love), perhaps Dean is quite lovestruck.

Luna's cover of the Stones' Waiting on a Friend is tender and restrained, sort of a sedated Mick Jagger; both softer and sweeter. Somehow it seems like more of a love song, more wistful and with a tinge of sadness. This song also sounded great when they played it at Brooklyn's North Six this past August

Teenage Lightening sounds like an anthem to those hormone charged make-out sessions of my early teenage years, when you're not quite sure when mom or dad may decide to barge in. The air is full of electricity, you feel invincible and your skin tingles at every touch. Any sound makes you jump to opposite sides of the couch. Everything was new and exciting and a bit overwhelming but with a real undercurrent of experimentation and dare. My favorite line is "Rest your head upon my pillow, put my hand inside your pants, you can have it if you want it, if you'd like to take a chance". The lyrics go on along the vein of the grandiose tales that many a boy has told a girl to get in their pants, but of course Dean manages to make it sound romantic.