The band The Meat Eaters is formed, goes on tour and self-destructs. From under the layers of beer cans and cigarette butts, The Meat Eaters find there is no glamour in the phenomenon of being seen for its own sake. The wastelands of popular culture are ever-present on the roads between rural and city locales - and they may initially seem to shorten cultural distances. But in the lust for fame, and the homogenising tendencies of global pop culture, any sense of what is real and unique becomes eternally elusive.