Last night when we asked the Music Hall of Williamsburg bouncer how he was doing, he stopped looking at IDs for a moment; seemed genuinely touched and said "I'm all right. Thanks for asking. I mean that." It was a tender moment, and probably illusory of the fact that the ten billion 16 (and over) year olds must have done away with manners and trampled over each other to get to the (almost) all ages Voxtrot show happening inside. And inside it was deep; group Voxtrot karaoke with a live band. Everyone knew the lyrics, no fakers either. We watched the mouths; no half moved lips, fronting like synch. Onstage they knew it, sweating out enthusiasm. They are young and excited, hometown hype boys done good, gone big. And they deserve it, a five-headed Billy Joel piano manning out the jams. Ramesh, the singer, is happily gawky, enthused and tentative, kinda Dirty Dancing with himself, four limbs, not two arms two legs but half an octopus, tentacled and swimming against the thick. The four other members of Voxtrot, while not necessarily his backing band, certainly defer to him, the mouthpiece and loose barer of flair. Thus they’re left with time to toil, really riff it out and lay the backbone. This is business, they know, and a good and lucky one to be involved, monkey’s uncles to young masses.