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If it’d been me instead of Anthony Michael Hall and Ilan Mitchell-Smith creating the ultimate woman in Weird Science, things would have turned out totally different: I would have thrown a copy of the first Avengers’ 7-inch and a Near Mint The Avengers #4 into the computerized cauldron. And instead of boringly “perfect” Kelly LeBrock, out woulda popped Polly Watson, frontperson for NYC’s Crimson Sweet. Watson quit an editorial job at Marvel Comics to pursue the punk life full time. Good thing she did: The band’s disarmingly straightforward approach to punk is refreshing in this world of No Wave poseurs and electroclash lemmings. Her band mates, Robbie Kongress and “Electric” Al Huckabee, are a more than ably propulsive rhythm section, but it’s hard to deny the primary appeal of a woman who can discuss both the Silverhead discography and Frank Miller’s run with Daredevil. Crimson Sweet plays with the Meat Joy at 9 p.m. at the Black Cat’s Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $5. (202) 667-7960. (David Dunlap Jr.)