Evangelicals' nutty psych-pop is tailor-made for folks who think the Flaming Lips don't have enough in common with Queen. Wrapping massive orchestrals in dark, ominous static, the band operates in a Bride of Chucky nightmare world, where evil cinematic arcs flush giddily over kitschy, synth-laden power pop. Its recent, much-buzzed release The Evening Descends isn't so much an album as a cartoon adventure. Narrated by singer Josh Jones' keening, Band of Horses-y vocals, the songs weave in and out of danger, but always heroically avoid out-and-out catastrophe.