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I know this may sound like a coincidence out of Unsolved Mysteries, but Pit Er Pat bassist Rob Doran and I shared the same Carnival cruise ship during the last holiday season. No diggity. We developed a fast friendship after our heated conversations about Robert Wyatt and Road House served to alienate every single patron in every single shipboard bar in which we decided to plant ourselves. For some, Shakey, Pit Er Pat’s debut full-length on Thrill Jockey, may draw comparisons to Blonde Redhead or Broadcast, but those folks need to open their ears: The real juice here is a savvy summation of Pram, the Residents, the Art Ensemble of Chicago, and breakup sex (not a band)—and, yeah, maybe some Soft Machine. Some reviewers call the band’s stuff “prog pop,” but I just don’t like the sound of that. I mean, I like the sound of Pit Er Pat, but that terminology makes me feel lonely. The band plays with Menomena at 9 p.m. on the Black Cat’s Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $7. (202) 667-7960. (Andrew Earles)