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Not many bands push your pleasure and pain buttons with the careful fury of Atlanta’s Gold-Bears. Their new album, Dalliance, is a bloodied-heart-on-its-T breakup record, but it has the Anglophiliac grace notes and acid-textured skronk of a release by Black Tambourine or Rocketship. (Punky and peppy, the band also clearly admires Superchunk and Small Factory, both of which it included on a recent mixtape for Brooklyn Vegan.) Though Gold-Bears will get plenty of mileage from their pedigree—they’re signed to Slumberland Records, America’s on-and-off chief proselytizer of noisy pop for the last 25 years, and even have Black Tambourine’s Pam Berry singing on one song—they’ve still managed something special: a record that’s disciplined yet raw, one that manages to undergird its themes of selfishness and self-reflection with gentle chimes and pulverizing cymbal crashes. Put another way: Frontman Jeremy Underwood, who wrote the album after his own divorce, picks at his scabs with both fingernails and a scalpel. “I guess you’ll still be mad at me, until the day we both deserve to die,” he spits in “Death With Drums.” “At least we try.” Gold-Bears performs with the Red Lines and Lilac Daze at 8 p.m. at The Communiverse, 1406 Webster St. NW.