The Killers. Franz Ferdinand. Passively emotional vocals over electronics, and catchy, quick disco-punk. Sound like five years ago? Wrong. This is The Pass right now, a band that plays around town mostly at bars with DJs, not other bands, and with one listen, we see why. Really, though, this album is catchy. When the songs hit hard, like “Red Square,” they go all out: female backup vocals, lots of chorus returns and a deep bass thump that carries the hook like a dealer peddles crack. You can’t help but like it. This band seems cut out for singular hits. The rest of the songs have their moments but are for the most part the same and, despite the production quality, can sound a little empty. “Red Square” and “Colors” deserve their radio airplay — it may just need a time machine.