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The Tight Bros From Way Back When, a quintet of Olympia live-to-rock punkers, almost assuredly began after a case or two of Rainier and a couple of enthusiastic spins of Back in Black. The Olympians do an over-the-top impression of AC/DC, incorporating elements of the rock bands punks should turn to when everything else wears thin: the Stooges, Slade, MC5. “Hurricane,” the opener of the Tight Bros’ Kill Rock Stars CD, Runnin’ Thru My Bones, has enough “Ramblin’ Rose” anarchy to sate me, and “Workin’ Overtime” cribs from Zeppelin’s “Rock and Roll.” These days, good old hooky rock ‘n’ roll is in short supply, and the Tight Bros aren’t just a fashion show: The CD never lets up, making you wonder if it’ll be modern science or duct tape that puts singer Jared Warren’s trachea back together for the next one. With Pure Rubbish and Bianca at 8:30 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1831 14th St. NW. $6. (202) 667-7960. (John Dugan)