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In case you ever doubted, Helmet was—is—Page Hamilton’s band. He said so in an interview published in the online magazine Flex Your Head: “I wrote the music, I wrote the lyrics, and still do.” It’s a lot to cop to. In 1992, Helmet released Meantime, its second and best full-length. That it hit the streets in the middle of the Nirvana revolution no doubt helped the album’s sales, but—unlike so many records released on the heels of “Smells Like Teen Spirit”—it was a legitimately fine album. On it, Hamilton’s shoegazer background melded seamlessly with the heavy sensibilities of a lead-footed rhythm section. After Meantime, however, the band’s music tanked, and by the late ‘90s—despite having provided much of the groundwork for the regrettable nü-metal movement—Hamilton found himself without a band. But it wasn’t for lack of trying. According to Flex Your Head, Hamilton approached former Helmet drummer John Stanier when the band was on hiatus: “[M]y questions about whether he was interested in doing some more shows or whatever weren’t even dignified with any kind of response,” said Hamilton. “He didn’t say, ‘Ya maybe,’ or, ‘No way,’ or, ‘Fuck you.’ He…didn’t say anything. He just continued his conversation with some other people.” Ouch. But Hamilton tried, tried again. And now Helmet’s back, with ex-members of White Zombie and Anthrax, to bring you Size Matters, a really awful record. Wonder what went wrong when Helmet plays with Totimoshi at 8:30 p.m. Tuesday, Nov. 16, at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $15. (202) 397-7328. (Mike Kanin)