Lo-fi drums holding a simple beat. Down-strummed (excellently fuzzy) guitars. A low-complexity guitar lead. There are many things in this song that are rudimentary, as there should be with many things. Many people in charge of too much fetishize maximum supposed productivity. We forget that punk is a philosophy that can apply not only to music but to all fields, where only the barren careerists, résumé stackers, and people with a palpable lack of experience with the eruptive, accepting chaos of resourcefulness stand and regard our making-do with their fear-frozen arms crossed. McGuyver worked in duct tape.

Within the simple, there is the sublime.

Those down-strummed guitars form intelligent chord patterns of bold irregularity, changing in completely voluntary decisions rather than in rote four-beat components. The effect of the abstract, decentralized changes could possibly be alienating except the chord choices are a series of warm major chords. The song is invitingly bright in chord scheme.

The vocal is so casual but so agile. The verse melody stretches from a quick-climbing scale up to screamed high notes, down to a mid-range major phrase that hints at simple, dopey happiness. "Everything's just great!" Only the pre-chorus, neat gaps in its phrases and strange timing of changes, has a darker edge. The chorus overrules it with a yippee-type melody doubled identically by the lead guitar. This is a song about things that are hard to explain. The lyrics present hard-to-explain scenarios in short lines. The music video is filled with brief images that are hard to explain. Sometimes you attack things that are hard to explain with simple phrases.