The disquieting headline above is provided by Jersey City’s Brian Turner, who suggests that the star of the video clip in question (quicktime required) might be indie rock’s equivalent to the Numa Numa Dance kid.
To which I can only shake my head in sorrow. Not everyone has the moves of Billy Ruane (above, right) circa 1983, but that doesn’t get the musicians off the hook, either.
This guy has solved the problem bedeviling white people for decades. To wit: where do you put your hands when you dance and not look like you’re jogging in place or doing The Marcia Brady.
The Numa Numa Kid kicks that dude’s ass, mostly because the Numa Numa song is catchy as the clap.