Pit er Pat may be led by an icily detached singer who plays sparse keyboard lines but it’s the drummer who glues everything together with a melodic jazz approach to his electro-acoustic percussion. Even better: his name is Butchy Fuego. How cool is that? Or, if that’s even true, how cool was his mom? What could have become too mannered too quickly instead was a joy to hear live. Somewhere, Blonde Redhead should be taking notes.