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For rock fans who don’t care much for lyrics, concept albums are just elaborately constructed adventures masking unadventurous tunes. But the Apes are perfect for the lyrically averse: The D.C. foursome makes concept albums that it’s pretty damn hard to figure out the concepts of—and it really doesn’t matter if you can’t. The band’s last full-length, 2003’s Oddeyesee, had something to do with chasing a two-headed butterfly through the “Forest of Confusion.” The band followed it up last year with Tapestry Mastery, an EP concerning a blind weaver named Maximilla. Now, the Apes give us Baba’s Mountain, which, to guess from a cursory reading of track titles, involves a busload of visitors coming upon said mountain, encountering said Baba, and getting eaten by same. That’s all you need to know, and you don’t have to parse 50 minutes of lyrics. Enjoy instead the group’s admittedly not-all-that-adventurous riffage: It’s pretty much stoner rock, with Erick Jackson’s neutron-star-heavy overdriven bass and Amanda Kleinman’s B-3 stylings carrying the guitarless band’s load. The Apes celebrate Baba’s’ release with the Dawn of Man at 10:30 p.m. at the Warehouse Next Door, 1017 7th St. NW. $7. (202) 783-3933. (Mike DeBonis)