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Once upon a time, there was a gloomy little goth band called Southern Death Cult who posed and preened -- and then decided it would be a lot more fun to toss aside those bits of lace and those minor chords and become an arena rock band. That worked out well enough, leading to hits like "She Sells Sanctuary" and "Love Removal Machine," but Ian Astbury and company (now known simply as the Cult) faded into the background with the coming of grunge. With the dawning of a new millennium, however, they seem fully prepared to claim the throne of rock spectacle with a disc full of outsize, far-reaching tunes. The crunching riffs that explode from songs like "Rise" (which resells a bit of "Sanctuary") and the Zeppelin-flavored "Speed of Light" make it hard to believe that more than a decade has passed since the full band (with guitarist Billy Duffy, that is) last strutted across the stage. Yes, some things have changed: Duffy has revamped his bag of tricks to include some postmod dissonance (showcased on "War (The Process)") and some undeniably spooky doom-mongering (on the eerie "Ashes and Ghosts"). But, as the old saying goes, a zebra can't change its stripes, so there's plenty of old-school portent in heady Astbury concoctions like "American Gothic" and the menacing "Black California." And just to prove he hasn't lost touch with his sensitive side, Astbury offers up yet another homage to Warhol's Factory -- serenading "Nico" in much the same way he once eulogized "Edie." David Sprague, Barnes & Noble