It would be relatively easy to hate Outrageous Cherry for its atavistic (and painstakingly detailed) recreations of the sounds of ’60s psychedelia. Its members are rock’s version of those people who voluntarily choose to live in period costume in such savagely dull places as Colonial Williamsburg, banging anachronistically away at anvils and making their own uncomfortable footwear and such. Seriously, was the paisley decade really so great that these folks find it necessary to drag its moldering corpse across the frontier of the Aughts? Still, I suppose they could be doing worse things with their ’60s obsession—my mom still has a horror-show example of macramé art my older brother made back then—and I’ll be damned if they don’t write some good songs. So if you’ve got a hankering to feed your head with magical, mystical visions of dewdrops melting on the brows of dancing druids, here’s your chance to let your freak flag fly. Outrageous Cherry plays with the (Sounds of) Kaleidoscope at 9 p.m. on the Black Cat’s Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $7. (202) 667-7960. (Michael Little)