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WEDNESDAY

New Wave made keyboards a tool of evil. No Wave turned them evol. And now, just when you were feeling snug in the bosom of the garage-rock revival, Lost Sounds bring on the Black-Wave. Naming their second record for their tweaked-out, synth-driven sound, the Memphis foursome makes a very loud noise that crosses the groovy-ghoulie organs of Nuggets-era psych with the scary, stripped-down energy of Suicide and the Screamers—and then runs the whole mess through, like, seven distortion pedals. With boy-girl vocals by Jay Reatard (of trash-punk band Reatards un-fame) and Alicja Trout, the effect is eerily melodic. But sweet jeebus, don’t say it “rocks.” In a recent interview with the ‘zine Horizontal Action, Mr. Reatard explains: “My brain doesn’t work and it thinks ahead of rock ‘n’ roll music now. It’s picking up telepathic messages, and they tell me to play the fucking keyboards. That’s what they do.” You can dance, if you want to, with the Lost Sounds and Knieval at 9 p.m. at the Black Cat’s Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $5. (202) 667-7960. (Shauna Miller)