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MONDAY

Landing on both feet after the postrock fallout, Turing Machine has always had the balance other instrumental acts lacked. Despite the poor sound quality of 2000’s A New Machine for Living, the evidence was there that this was not your average group of ham ’n’ eggers fiddle-fucking around with boring extended jams. Boasting members from the occasionally explosive Pitchblende and the deafening Vineland, Turing Machine—named after British mathematician Alan Turing—formed in New York toward the end of the ’90s. The band’s secret weapon is drummer Gerard Fuchs, who is somehow able to pull off a backbeat that sounds completely inhuman. The brand-new album, Zwei, perfects the flaws of the debut, all at once achieving a catchy, big, metallic, unpredictable, and beautiful feel. Turing Machine plays with Horses at 9 p.m. on the Black Cat’s Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $7. (202) 667-7960. (Andrew Earles)