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You’ve got to hand it to lounge-core dons Combustible Edison. Any sort of subculture is well past its sell-by date once an irritating hit movie revolves around it (thank you, Swingers). Edison’s core ditched a decent career as Boston indie-rockers Christmas in the early ’90s to play Martin Denny-ish cocktail noodles, and when the hip-cred of said noodles went south, they could’ve abandoned that MO to make, say, techno records, but they didn’t, and that’s kinda noble. CE continues to confer an enjoyable soundtrack for playing dress-up and drinking large mai-tais, and its latest release, The Impossible World, sees the band asking electronic wacko Scanner, who morphs its exotica vibes into new and spacier shapes, to the party. It’s odd to think of a band updating a sound that revolves around constructed nostalgia, but since the world it’s composing for never really existed anyway, well, it’s not so hard to consider after all. See CE schmooze like a pro, and lie in the bed it’s made, for two sets tonight at 9:30 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1831 14th St. NW. $8. (202) 667-7960. (Joe Gross)