Social House are exactly the guys you want around when your local basketball team takes an L.
Performing Friday night (Nov. 2) at the Billboard Lounge in Brooklyn’s Barclays Center, where the hometown Nets had just fallen to the Rockets 119–111, the duo of Michael “Mikey” Foster and Charles “Scootie” Anderson were all smiles and bubbly energy. They make music for two scenarios: good times and bad times you want to turn good.
The highlight of the 20-minute set was naturally “Magic in the Hamptons,” the mojito-sweet pop-rap summer jam that put Social House on the map earlier this year. Neither Mikey nor Scootie had been to the Hamptons when they wrote the infectious tune, and that says a lot about these Pittsburgh natives. Sure, they now live in L.A., where they forged their partnership in a house full of other songwriter-producers breaking into the industry, but Social House’s vibe is that of two regular guys who won’t pretend they’re not living the dream.
Rocking comfy-looking oversized sweatshirts and baggie jeans, Mikey and Scootie filled their set with a handful of unreleased “Hamptons”-style songs built on similar ratios of pop, hip-hop, and R&B. The opening tune, “Squad,” carries the very on-brand message of loving your friends. In another song, Mikey quips that Superman “might be a Crip” — you know, because he wears all that blue. Mikey ended the night’s one real heartbreak song by saying, “Shout out to my ex.” Dude’s clearly moving on.
“This one’s like an anthem,” Scootie said to introduce the night’s closer, “Higher,” the only song other than “Magic in the Hamptons” they’ve released so far. With its clattering drums and big-lunged vocals, “Higher” is a musical outlier, something akin to Bruno Mars hanging with Coldplay. Lyrically, though, it’s the Social House come-up story presented as turn-up song.
“We started in a town/ outside of the city/ with a headful of dreams and a cup full of whiskey,” they sang, oblivious to how many other people in the lounge were actually paying attention. Social House came to party. Everyone else can join when they’re ready.