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If one were ever going to judge a record solely by its cover, Electric Wizard’s Dopethrone would be a pretty safe place to start. First off, it’s called Dopethrone. D-O-P-E-T-H-R-O-N-E: What does that spell? That’s right, marijuanauts: stoner rock. And then there’s the cover itself, which depicts a bearded and horned demon takin’ a hit off a bong. Before the disc even hits the CD player, it should be plenty obvious that this trio of British gents loves Master of Reality as much as Ozzy loves biting heads off doves. And it’s hard not to admire such imagery as: “Rise black amps tear the sky/Riff hewn altar wreathed in smoke and weed.” Dopethrone is—to these ears—the finest marriage of bludgeoning heft and reefer worship since Sleep’s druggy one-song epic, Jerusalem. Better get the incense burning. Electric Wizard gets in the hot box with 60 Watt Shaman, Black Manta, and War Horse at 9 p.m. at the Velvet Lounge, 915 U St. NW. $8. (202) 462-7625. (Brent Burton)