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It is completely uncool to like Elton John. Or Ben Folds. Or Rufus Wainwright. Well, screw cool: I like literate, sometimes foppishly baroque piano pop, and I like Matt Suggs, too. Suggs is a Kansan who used to be in Butterglory, an indie duo that collapsed under the weight of Pavement references in record reviews. And isn’t it just Suggs’ luck that his solo work gets compared to Stephen Malkmus’ as well? That’s simply not fair: On his second solo album, Amigo Row, Suggs suggests what might happen when you mix Muswell Hillbillies-era Kinks with 30-something disappointments, and it’s a hell of a lot more uplifting than that snarky Pig Lib shit. Alternately gothic, Western, and beautiful, Amigo Row is the kind of catholic pop album I don’t hear often enough. And anything that gets in the way of my blasting “I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues” when I get drunk is good for my coolness, too. Suggs plays with Beulah and John Vanderslice at 8:30 p.m. on the Black Cat’s Mainstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $10. (202) 667-7960. (Andrew Beaujon)