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What to do? You’re Franklin, a 7-year-old on-again, off-again guitar-rock band languishing in the on-again, off-again Philly music scene, wafting in and out of the emo, indie, and hardcore circles your friends travel in, but going home tired every night and firing up old Clash records and Mad Professor dubs. Well, first you craft yourself an anthem about your predicament, a fine little post-rock ditty like “Inventor of Loud”: “The kids are looking for a far out, far out way out/And they’re running from their stereos and television sets/But now their heroes are dying/To the tune of buried dance floors/And it’s fading and they’re taking whatever they can get/So come on, come on, and tell the people what you’ve got.” Then, responding to your own well-placed challenges, you build an album full of eclectic, danceable ways to live up to your conclusion: “Shake it to the right, shake it the left…just give ’em something loud.” With Durian at 9 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1831 14th St. NW. $5. (202) 667-7960. (Colin Bane)