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Garage rock’s umpteenth revival (uh, we mean it this time) could be a kick in the ass for a lot of bands currently three-chording in relative obscurity—even the ones that believe cheeky, unhip showmanship is more fulfilling than simply looking bored, shaggy, or painfully cool. Bands such as the Demolition Doll Rods. The veteran Detroit trio’s frenetic exhibitionism might leave mellower hipsters stunned, but anyone with an inner caveman will revel in the Doll Rods’ boom-boom stagecraft, which owes its soul to John Waters, the Runaways, and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins. For the uninitiated, the two female Doll Rods prefer pasties and not much else, and the lone male Doll Rod probably could write his own filthy thong song. He likes drag, too. Catch an eyeful and an earful as the Doll Rods get nasty with Viva Lamerican Death Ray Music at 9 p.m. at the Black Cat’s Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $8. (202) 667-7960. (Joe Warminsky)