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THURSDAY

So a dingo ate your baby. Well, you can either shriek about it like Meryl Streep or do what a real Aussie caught in such a circumstance would do—get rotten on lager and listen to some real loud rock music. Lucky you, you won’t even have to travel Down Under, because Australia—in the form of the Casanovas—is coming our way. The Casanovas are Angus Young-worshipping, Vegemite-munching crotch rockers who know only three chords: loud, drunk, and stupid. But the band seems to understand that nobody can fuck up rock ‘n’ roll worse than a (sneer) musician, and that loud, drunk, and stupid trump Emerson, Lake & Palmer every time. With not much more than an EP—Keep It Hot, on Melbourne’s Rubber Records—under their belt, the Casanovas are still young and hungry. So see ’em now, before they get fat and jaded or suddenly decide to trade in their easy-as-AC/DC ax-wank for some math rock, or some other such show-pony shite. The Casanovas play with the Datsuns and the Sights at 7:30 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $10. (202) 393-0930. (ML)