When Black Rebel Motorcycle Club released its self-titled debut album seven years ago, only “Whatever Happened to My Rock ’n’ Roll” was a strong enough song to get me around the band’s resemblance in mood, hair style and sonic murk to the Jesus and Mary Chain. Live, though, I haven’t had the same issue. With original drummer Nick Jago back in the fold, the band sounds like one throbbing instrument onstage. Everybody plays artlessly, with all parts serving the throb first, melody second, and only the extended “American X” had a whiff of musical indulgence. Bassist Robert Levon Been’s voice is one of the band’s strengths, with just enough mocking snottiness to convey attitude without crossing the line so that you want to punch him, and with the band churning behind him, it was surprisingly easy to pick up new songs from the band’s recent release, Baby 81. The show was probably too long, and some found the periodic blinding flashes of white light from the back of the stage a little much—or a lot much—but it was more than enough to make me forget the band they reminded me of on record.