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Des Ark’s Aimee Argote describes her music as sounding like “you’re having a bad day.” It certainly seems as though something’s got her choked up. In a departure from the more open-throated wailing on the band’s 2005 record Loose Lips Sink Ships, the singer-songwriter has adopted a more clenched-tooth delivery that’s equal parts unattractive and engaging. Since Des Ark’s conception in 2001, members have fallen away—most recently drummer Tim Herzog—leaving just Argote. Her tense vocals are suited to not only her intricately ugly lyrics—which touch on queer stuff, druggy stuff, and plain old sad stuff—but also her new orphaned status. She uses them to great effect on the spooky “IfByGayYouMeanFuckingAwesome” and the—what else?—harp-embellished “Lord of the Ring,” two tracks off her upcoming Lovitt split EP with Engine Down’s Ben Davis. Come see the little girl no one wanted when she plays with the Psychic of Meaning, Ingrid, and Attrition at 8:30 p.m. at the Warehouse Next Door, 1017 7th St. NW. $6. (202) 783-3933. (Anne Marson)