Photo: Erik Cronberg

Last Fourth of July, I took a lucky jaunt out to a friend’s house on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. As is the norm for any roadtrip, I burned a mix of the things I was listening to at the time, and Miike Snow had a heavy presence on that disc. The single-worthy tracks from their eponymous debut album, “Cult Logic,” “Sylvia,” “Animal,” and the already-single “Burial,” funnel electronic influences, reverbed and filtered vocals, solemn piano ballads, and pop sensibilities into a clever, accessible package. Soon after that summer holiday, however, Miike disappeared from my playlists, save a remix for Passion Pit here, and a Punks Jump Up remix there. I certainly didn’t expect them to create enough of a buzz to pack a sold-out 9:30 Club on Wednesday night. But that is exactly what they did, and to get right to it, they put on a good show.

Like the jackalope that adorns the cover of their LP, the band is a critter cobbled together from scraps of other projects. It features American singer Andrew Wyatt (Fires of Rome) and the Swedish production duo Christian Karlsson and Pontus Winnberg (Bloodshy & Avant), who produced the Grammy winner “Toxic” for Britney Spears.

Another chill-wave/glow-fi band from my summer mixes, Delorean, opened. Running late, I caught the end of their great, sample-worthy track, “Deli,” while standing in line outside. Having blown their wad with that one, the Barcelona band dithered on, petered out and left to reasonable applause from a half-full house.

Under the watchful horns of a huge jackalope silhouette, Miike Snow spent a solid 45 minutes prepping the stage for their set. A guitar appeared near the drum kit, a bass, but most of their wares are cranked from banks of nobs and synthesizers, which crowded the typically ample stage. The messianic Andrew Wyatt was on stage giving hand signals, then, later, at the back of the venue checking things out. We waited some more. Finally, Miike filed out. Each of the six members was wearing an alabaster-white face mask and black silk shirt. It was a rather eerie introduction for the song “Cult Logic,” a pulsing and metallic thumper with appropriately dark lyrics: “And it’s like I’m diving into emptiness, at least there’s something beating in my chest.”