There’s still time to nominate local icons for Best of D.C.
A joke band is no longer a joke when its members’ songwriting skills surpass their humor. Take Brooklyn’s Les Sans Culottes (roughly translated as Those Without Underpants), which has been making guitar-driven, daffy, ’60s-style French pop (think slumming ye-ye) since assembling at the Rhode Island School of Design in the mid-’90s. The Culottes’ fourth full-length, Fixation Orale, finds the mostly American-born septet (only chanteuse Celine Dijon is a real Frenchie) firmly in character, jerking along to arch lyrics in the language of stinky cheese and stinkier love. But one needn’t have suffered through high-school French or the Jerry Lewis catalog to appreciate the vulgar obviousness of such noms de rock as Mars Chevrolet and Jean-Luc Retard. The band plays with Asobi Seksu at 9 p.m. at the Black Cat’s Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $7. (202) 667-7960. (Anne Marson)