Here’s a fun math equation.

Take pop-punk, add some ’80s dance beats inspired by Las Vegas, light strings and lyrics about Esteban, multiply that by the number of times the lead singer tosses in a swear word, subtract the Fall Out Boy scene and divide by the driven sounds of a four-piece band and the results equal Panic! at the Disco.

The quartet of almost 20-year-old boys expands the horizons of pop-punk by adding its own distinct sound of dance hall beats over four chord progressions and keyboard leads.

Not to mention the numerous dealings with its new-found fame – “Well we’re just a wet dream for the webzines” (“London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines”), “Come on this is screaming photo op” (“Time to Dance”) and “Let’s get those teen hearts beating. Faster faster!” (“Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off”).

While some songs are directed to the listener, others carry on full conversations between band members and unnamed female counterparts.

“I Write Sins Not Tragedies” carries possibly one of the best choruses with lead singer Brendon Urie yelling, “I’d chime in with a, ‘Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the [gosh darn] door?’ No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.”

While the boys sing of lost loves and the opposite sex making their lives a living tragedy, they incorporate new sounds into an already-heard genre of music, and the results make sense.