Halls and Oates have been steadily releasing albums of blue eyed Philly soul since their 80's commercial peak. The problem is, hits like Maneater and I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) are so burnt into the public conciseness that it impossible from them to escape. They are doomed to be forever trapped inside the confines of early MTV.

Those songs seem to conjure images of terrible 80's brat pack films. Think the OC with worse hair, lairy clothes and terrible syrupy plot twists. I can picture Rob Lowe cruising down some nameless freeway with the wind blowing through his hair.

On this cover version the duo have stripped away some of those dated production touches. The cheesy synths and airbrushed FM radio gloss has been replaced with strummed acoustic guitars and terrible AOR strings. An unsuccessfully attempt to add a little grativtis. I can picture Robert Downey Junior in the video, wandering aimless through a large country mansion backed by this middle-aged piffle. Oh no, I forgot Elton John's already stolen that idea. Back to the drawing board then for Hall and Oates.