FRIDAY

The printer lost two pages of your medical-oddities fanzine, most of the patrons at the Olsson’s where you work are looking for the Dr. Phil book, and some teenage cretins on the Red Line made fun of your curly tresses and Edwardian cuffs. Good thing the Black Heart Procession is bringing its doomy din to the Black Cat this All Saints’ Day. Amore del Tropico, the San Diego group’s fourth album, finds head Hearts Tobias Nathaniel and Paulo Zappoli (formerly Pall Jenkins) bemoaning life in a shattered paradise, love that burns, and forensic examinations of broken hearts. Still, “Did You Wonder” is comparatively cheery, retooling “London Calling” as Zappoli muses on the futility of the world we live in and life in general, singing more like Roger Waters than he’s probably comfortable admitting. And several other tracks show the titular Brazilian influence, which leavens proceedings considerably. The record is nicely orchestrated with cellos, violins, and bottom-register piano thonks that invoke all things Nick: Cave, Sudden, and Satan himself. Nathaniel’s surfy guitar is a special pleasure; its twangs and shudders almost single-handedly reclaim the night sweats of the American Dream from Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game.” Live, expect visual clues about Black Heart’s forthcoming DVD, which recasts Amore del Tropico as (what else) a murder mystery, as well as stripped-down instrumentation (despite its lengthy studio-personnel credits, the Black Heart Procession usually tours as a four-piece), devil-may-care buffoonery from dancer/mustache-specialist Dmitri Dziensuwksi, and shushes from your fellow concertgoers should you be so crass as to speak between songs. It’ll be fun, with Calexico and Destroyer at 9:30 p.m. Friday, Nov. 1, at the Black Cat, 1811 14th St. NW. $12. (202) 667-7960. (Andrew Beaujon)