The title refers to phone numbers presumably, which, even in a world of internet-based social media, remains the most efficient way to keep in contact with a stranger you meet one night at a dance club. People generally go to have fun, of course, but, with all those warm sweaty bodies gyrating about, there’s often sexual tension in the air; perhaps even romantic allure.

“I really want you,” her or his eyes say to him or her; the concept is inclusive to both straight and gay relationships, though the chorus consists of two male voices; “Make me forget I’m just like everybody else.” That last part is ambiguous, but the song peaks with kinetic bliss; a little too early for its total length; for about twenty seconds near the two-minute mark.

my rating : 4 of 5

2007