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Guessing what region of the country The Weeks hail from is not what you’d call a difficult task. The Jackson garage-rock band’s albums are loaded with multiple references to Mississippi mud and the heavy Southern hearts it drags through the pits. It’s almost as if the whiskey-infused vocals and vocabulary ripped from a Flannery O’Connor story are just attempts to get the ghost of Johnny Cash to smile down upon them. The group’s most recent record, Dear Bo Jackson, was released in 2013 on Serpents and Snakes Records, a label owned by members of Kings of Leon. It’s an apt pairing considering that The Weeks sound like a tighter, more Southern version of the popular arena rock act. Perhaps the band aligned best with its Southern boys-next-door brand in 2012, when it hosted a block party in its neighborhood for a literal interpretation of its “House We Grew Up In” video. If you’re fighting off the cold by imagining mosquito-thick bayous far below the Mason-Dixon line, The Weeks are a band worth checking out. The Weeks perform with Tristen at 9 p.m. at DC9, 1940 9th St. NW. $10–$12. (202) 483-5000. dcnine.com.