Cold Cave, Cherish the Light Years.

That whole overblown Interpol/Arcade Fire thing that’s all the orchestrated rage these days is tough to pull off. Cold Cave avoids sounding derivative by actually sounding like they mean what they’re saying, and rushing that whole storm-in-a-studio ambiance a few steps faster than a lot of other bands in this growing genre. The vocals cut through, the guitars cut through, a sense of purpose cuts through: “Yeah, I will come running” in the mythically titled “The Great Pan is Dead,” “I’ll carry your cross, now baby, it’s a blasphemous world today” in the throbby “Underworld USA.”  Not overpowering the way you expect it to be. Uplifting, almost.