Any band can trot out a clone of Joy Division and Psychedelic Furs tunes, but Radio Berlin’s backbone sets Glass apart. Unwilling to lie down and choke in its own tears, Glass opts for gloom rather than mope. It’s a subtle, but important distinction. Radio Berlin isn’t heartbroken or depressed as much as just plain creepy and out of place during daylight hours. Imposing drums – think of The Cure’s darkest moments – don’t just provide a beat for keyboards that could be played at a really, really cool wake and Duckworth’s dying-man delivery, but give “D.E.S.” structure and an ominous tone. “Knives” takes distorted but faraway guitar sounds that crash against Lyndsay Sung’s desensitized, detached keyboards with a primal urgency.