Well, sort of: "Firefly" is a pastiche of Crosstown Rebels-style deep house, replete with a jaunty bassline and apathetic vocals. A careful listen to the script—two wasted people trying to court each other after the club—suggests that it's tongue-in-cheek, but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. "Morning Comes" makes the theme more palatable, replacing the decadence with a tinge of regret.
"Screws In My Head," a driving EBM exercise, is the only hint towards the energy of those live shows, especially when it hits a screeching fever pitch. But the tune without vocals, "Black Bricks," is the one that steals the show with a gift for dance floor pacing: spacey synths, flanged drums and some nice filter work keep it fluid and captivating for all eight minutes, rounding off a solid EP with one of his best tracks yet.