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The concept of a Cure vs. Smiths dance party presents a curious question: How do you dance to the depressing coo of Robert Smith? The two bands’ ’80s heydays furnished cry-in-your-pillow soundtracks for the three or four arty types at your high school (way before Billie Joe Armstrong was rocking the eyeliner). And those kids sure didn’t dance. They slouched and smoked cigarettes and painted their fingernails black. The nostalgia-mining of this night gives you pause: These tunes are no longer totems of pre-Zoloft adolescence but guilty pleasures along the lines of Culture Club or even R.E.M. They’ve ascended to the world of car-commercial background music. But that’s OK, because tonight you can awkwardly flop and bop around with other people instead of with that soggy pillow. Cryfest starts at 9:30 p.m. on the Black Cat’s Mainstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $9. (202) 667-7960. (Jason Cherkis)