There’s still time to nominate local icons for Best of D.C.
Behind the sunglasses and the medallions, the schlocky Neil Diamond cover and the celebrity girlfriends, Urge Overkill was actually a decent, occasionally great rock band: “Now That’s the Barclords,” from the group’s 1992 EP Stull, rocked with a precision and power the band forever sought to downplay with its jet-set clowns persona. Urge was much maligned by indie-rock fans for signing to a major label (n.b.: They wore matching suits when drinking before shows; going corporate was merely following the storyline), but singles from that period (“Sister Havana” and “Positive Bleeding”) were excellent pastiches of arena rock, delivered as passionately as irony allowed. It’s hard to imagine an older, wiser, reunited Urge will have turned off the crushed-velvet spigot entirely, but here’s hoping its members view the band’s flirtation with the mainstream with amusement rather than wistfulness. Or at least play “Barclords” really loud. Urge Overkill performs with Suffrajett at 8 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1811 14th St. NW. $15. (202) 667-7960.