Stars, as they might remind you, are a band from Canada, a country whose bands are pimped far and wide as being the greatest in current indie rock. Websites a lot like this one have carefully picked their way through the remains of ruined social scenes, gawking at the ashy, creosote stained remnants of various arcades, and deemed the result to be not just good, but great — not just great, but “teh awesome.” Not just “teh awesome”, but superhyperifficafantastidelica.

While Stars — whose 2005 release, “Set Yourself On Fire,” combines the stately Britpop songcraft of New Order and The Beautiful South with gentle tinges of classic American R&B — have received affection from the same circles, they have, by comparison, come by their renown in a much less showy manner. They’ve gathered their own share of quiet respect from critics and have set themselves to winning audiences over one tour date at a time. If their appearance at the Black Cat last Friday night is any indicator, they are capable of leaving impressions upon listeners that are just as significant as any of their countrymen.