I’m still recovering from recent fatherhood, I’m just now climbing through my in box and was reminded — by a series of associations too mind-numbing to recount — of this rambunctious pop outfit from South London. Okay, I won’t bore you with how I found them, but I will drop this equation on you: I’ve got a well-documented soft spot for snarling, synth-seared melodies. The Capes are all about snarling, synth-seared melodies. Therefore, I’ve got a soft spot for The Capes. I believe that’s called the transitive property.