City Paper is not for tourists
After their rumor-milled exit from a brief Indian tour, followed by the reassuring release of 200 Million Thousand, the Black Lips are rolling back into D.C. Self-described “bad kids,” Atlanta’s dirtiest rockers always seem like they’re teetering on the edge of implosion. Their music combines woozy, flower-power chords, trundling and tight backbeats, and hooch-soaked garage-punk guitar hooks. And while the Black Lips—formerly given to indecent exposure, intraband makeout sessions, and pukey pyrotechnics—have cleaned up their act some, they’ve by no means gone prudish: Anyone within three feet of the stage is still probably part of some sort of splash zone.
THE BLACK LIPS PERFORM AT 8 P.M. WITH GENTLEMAN JESS AND HIS MEN AND THE SUNS OF GUNS AT THE BLACK CAT, 1811 14TH ST NW. $13–$15. (202) 667-4490.