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Normally, I think only lazy, uninspired writers break out the drug references when describing a band’s sound. However, when Black Mountain, a quintet from Vancouver—“Canada’s Nug Capital!”—decided to release an EP called Druganaut, all bets were off. And hell, I never said I was some kind of ambitious, rock-critic decathlete in the first place. So let the narcotic references begin: On “Don’t Run Our Hearts Around,” Black Mountain sounds like the Olivia Tremor Control if the band had made heavy stoner rock instead of been rockers who were heavily stoned. “Modern Music” could have been made by prime-era Royal Trux, had Hagerty and Herrema been more sociable, outdoorsy types who preferred campfire singalongs to just, um, horsin’ around. But it doesn’t really matter what Black Mountain is playing under the influence of; the group’s debut album is a stone-cold champagne jam. Or as my freewheelin’ Uncle Bumpy might say, “That’s some good shit.” Black Mountain plays with Blood Meridian and Ladyhawk at 8:30 p.m.at the Warehouse Next Door, 1017 7th St. NW. $7. (202) 783-3933. (DD)