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SUNDAY

As the sad spectacle currently touring as the Who demonstrates, every rock band has a limited life span—the end of which generally comes sometime after the first reunion tour. Sunny Day Real Estate had a natural rock death—in front of a packed house at D.C.’s very own Black Cat. At the time, it seemed right: Crooner Jeremy Enigk had found Jesus, and drummer William Goldsmith and bassist Nate Mendel had found the Foo Fighters. Sometime later came the very pink (and by then very posthumous) LP2—and a plethora of Sunny Day reunion rumors. By 1998, the band had put itself back together, recorded a new album, and hit the road playing to thousands of screaming followers. Although How It Feels to Be Something On was a decent record and the reunited-and-it-feels-so-good live show was thrilling, new album Rising Tide finds Sunny Day undeniably in its death throes. Right on schedule. With No Knife at 8:45 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $15. (202) 393-0930. (Mike Kanin)