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The much-hyped New Weird America sound isn’t really all that weird; it’s just the latest wave of the once-a-decade folk revival. It’s still all about the singers’ record collections and grasping at purity. Meaning that we get references to Pentangle, Fairport Convention, and Bert Jansch. Meaning that we get a band such as Philly’s Espers, which has managed to harness the sheer power of the plastic recorder as a method of time travel. But Espers isn’t hippie folk; this is indie folk—because you know the cool kids wouldn’t be caught dead reading Dirty Linen or stocking up on yarn at the local loom store. Espers delivers it all: the drones, the lilt, the hush, the sounds you’d expect to hear upon waking up in a dewy forest. And sincerity’s a plus when it’s the only thing you’re aiming your autoharp at in the first place. Espers plays with Dead Meadow, Long Live Death, and White Flight at 9:30 p.m. at the Warehouse Next Door, 1017 7th St. NW. $8. (202) 783-3933. (Jason Cherkis)