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Unlike their bill-mates for tonight—brutal prog-rock combo the Flying Luttenbachers and minimalist improv trio ABCS—San Francisco’s Pink and Brown don’t sweat too much over technical proficiency. The noisy guitar-and-drums duo—whose name is either really innocuous or really wrong—does, however, sweat out some serious raw power. And though Messrs. Pink and Brown may share some superficial similarities with their chops-freak duo contemporaries Lightning Bolt and Orthrelm (check the Autobahn tempos and high tolerance for lo fidelity), deep down they’re more garage-rock than avant-garde: P&B’s single-minded-debut full-length, Final Foods, is a sloppy mess of trebly guitar seizure, nervous breakdown screams, and trashy percussion. (At times, the 21-minute disc veers closer to industrial cacophony than actual music.) But the group’s latest, a split 12-inch with Death Drug, proves that P&B also know how to groove, as they drop some relatively funked-up breakbeats on our moderately surprised asses. Freak out, or not, at 9 p.m. at the Black Cat Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $5. (202) 667-7960. (Brent Burton)