Ever get the feeling there's just not enough line dancing going on in your life?No? Me neither.But that's where we're both wrong. Since the Gambian refugee turned Swedish hip-hop prodigy Saint came into our lives back in March with his flowtastic funkfest of a debut album, The New Funky Dread, he has been a champion of realness – fresh flows and smooth beats, without the tired bitches-and-money gangsta' schtick – and his new video for "Holly" is no exception. It definitely won't get you off like a Rihanna-vid, but you know what? It shouldn't.See, the sad truth is that most Scandinavian hip-hop fans can relate way more to the tacky, tea-sipping stuffiness of this line-dance-a-palooza than cruising around in some flashy convertible in slow-motion, smokin' spliffs and passing around hard liquor. With a bopping, tribal beat scheme and Saint's playful brand of lyrical funkyness sandwiched in between melancholy, lo-fi in- and outros, "Holly" is a comfortably digestable testament to seeking glory in the face of whackness.Bob your head along as Saint raps about wanting a jet to come fly him to Hollywood, backed by the eerie dopeness of a flock of old, white people in cowboy hats moving in sync, and enjoy being left with a craving for greener pastures and a newfound, solemn respect for the stoicism of line dancers everywhere: