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Does the world need a depressed Belgian shoegazer transplant dispensing puttering beats layered with drippy keyboards, refinishing early-’80s dance music, putting the hurt back in “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?” and using the phrase “I don’t love you anymore” as a leitmotif? Do we really need another edition to Morr Music’s IDM catalogue? Do we really need a series of songs that resemble postcards from bad vacations—Parisian breakups, rain-swept beaches, and Berlin nights ending in shattered glass? Do we really need music this soggy with down-tempo beats? Do you really want to stand at a club and listen to beats you can’t dance to? Styrofoam says yes. And with his semi-famous A Short Album About Murder and his new I’m What’s There to Show That Something’s Missing, you can applaud his single-minded bent toward turning every song into the slowest of murder ballads. Can’t Styrofoam find himself on the Brazilian coast shaking his ass with Snoop and Pharrell just once? Since glitchcore’s turn-of-the-century heyday, the genre’s innovations haven’t come from its founders but from such hiphop producers as Timbaland and the Neptunes. By taking twitchy beats out of the bedroom and onto the dance floor, they make you want to forever forget that lonely G4 with the Morrissey mousepad. But Styrofoam seems reluctant to catch on, waiting until the last track on Missing to take up the challenge. There, he jacks up the tempo, moves the vocals way up front, and creates a swirling hook that’s, well, meant for VH1 promos. Anyway, be prepared to stand motionless when Styrofoam plays with the Notwist at 8:30 p.m. Wednesday, April 2, at the Black Cat, 1811 14th St. NW. $10. (202) 667-7960. (Jason Cherkis)