The Facebook generation just got its own spectacularly overblown epic in the tradition of Pink Floyd's The Wall. Channeling the motorized grooves of Can and the industrial experiments of Throbbing Gristle, these Brooklynites deliver a chilling, post-apocalyptic concept album about failing to keep up with capitalism and technology. On the synth rocker "Nowheres Nigh," singer BJ Warshaw shouts, "Consumption is our plight/These wasteful Westerns of our time." And "Satellites" is a rush of electro blips, crunchy guitars and stereo static that builds into a chorus of robo voices chanting, "We roll our eyes back into our heads!" Turn on, tune in, log off.