Wild Nothing exists in the netherworld among pulsating dance pop, melodic British dark wave and shimmering shoegaze. Even leader Jack Tatum's sad tenor recalls such British romantics as the Smiths, Love and Rockets, and the Cure. The band peels back the songs' recorded layers with attack and energy in a live setting, transforming into a true-and-tried rock act. Headliner Abe Vigoda has surrendered the arty postpunk and Afro-pop inflections of its first two albums for similar '80s nostalgia. The songs still bristle with spunky energy, but the spastic exuberance is channeled into more tightly focused structures, like the bastard child of Hot Hot Heat and Interpol.