Musically, an eighties ignited sphere of driving electronics, thick, grimace inducing bass lines and soaring, dissonant guitar lines that would speak to the Pixies in their Bossanova years. Lyrically, the songs are an ode to youthful exuberance, sex, burning cities, ghosts and relationships past. Vocal leads casually pushing through like Edwynn Collins when he found his crooner meets punk rocker footing in Orange Juice. When all these sonic aspects combine in the melting pot we get Beautiful Nothing.