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If you’re digging that new Nuggets box, still revisiting the dingiest thrift stores in search of 7-inch gems by mod primitives like the Seeds, or hoping that the next Brit-punk revival isn’t magazine-made style over street-kid swagger, then the Mooney Suzuki might be your night out. No one-trick ponies, they wrangle gritty ’60s rock ‘n’ roll out of their Rickenbackers that recalls the Music Machine of “Talk Talk” fame, as well as unfurling some trippy fuzzed-out jams for the longer-hairsalternating driving ’60s garage with psychedelic pop gems to decorate your paisley underground. This gang is working hard at being the new New York City bad boys, striking all over the Eastern Seaboard, where the scene is always ready for another dose of their raw and stripped-down ready-steady-go. With the Damn Personals at 8:30 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1831 14th St. NW. $5. (202) 667-7960. (John Dugan)