Truth be told, the frozen plains of Edmonton have never sounded closer to the sticky streets of L.A. An electrified alt-rock story about a group of friends who stumble down a mirrored rabbit hole, Think of the Lie transforms the pedestrian into the extraordinary with a single keyboard stroke. Climatic thrills and probing, montage-worthy tangents that resemble something transported from an eighties action flick glow like Sunset Strip neon. From The Cure to The Chameleons,  it’s a bleak pandemic prognosis; Home Front’s internal combustion engine runs on a potent cocktail of absinthe, Red Bull, and moonlight — garnished with one of those little plastic palm trees.