But out the Fever goes, and it would behoove cyberskeptics to click "shut down" and go see this amazing quintet. Its five-song EP, Pink on Pink (Kemado Records), was one of 2003's most overlooked slabs -- mainly because, well, y'know, jeez, they're another slightly new-wavey garage band from Brooklyn! Only this bunch adds a desperate, noir nerve center, like a doomed gumshoe exchanging the trench coat for a ragged jean jacket and cutting down an alley, only to duck into a punk-rock party. The voice is all squeal-sliced croon over stuttering guitar and synth riffs that can detonate an explosive chorus at any moment.