I have rocked with some tribute bands in my time. I barely escaped a singeing by the fire-breath spewing from the fake Gene of KISS Army. I did a round of shots with an ersatz Hetfield between sets of his Metallica trib, Battery. However, one of my dearest near-stardom experiences involved Dazed and Confused at Archie’s Rock & Roll Cafe, a strip-mall purgatory in the suburbs of Memphis, Tenn. The band looked and sounded like Led Zeppelin. The only chink in the armor became apparent when the set list got into the late-’70s keyboard-heavy songs: Imitation John Paul Jones apparently had limited skills. Suddenly, the fake Plant pointed into the audience and shouted “Look, everybody! It’s the guy from the cover of Led Zeppelin IV.” And there, amid the pitchers of Bud Light and half-eaten plates of hot wings, a berobed hermit emerged and wound his way through the small space before taking his place in front of the synthesizer. No disrespect to the five gentlemen of Dazed and Confused, but there may be a new contender in the running to be my tribute-band crush. Lez Zeppelin has taken the au courant approach of an all-female tribute band (witness Cheap Chick and AC/Dshe)—somehow even managing to capture the longhair look of real-deal Zep. I volunteer to be the ladies’ personal red snapper back at the hotel room for the requisite post-show shenanigans. That is, if they’ll have me. Something about the name tells me otherwise. Lez Zeppelin plays at 8:30 p.m. Thursday, June 16, at the State Theatre, 220 N. Washington St., Falls Church. $14. (703) 237-0300. (David Dunlap Jr.)