SATURDAY

Cut to a long dusty stretch of desert road: It’s hot. Damn hot. Two frat geeks come into the frame. The car they’re pushing has run out of gas. They are hot and sweaty, and boy are they thirsty. The two brothers come to a gas station, check their pockets for spare change, and look slacker-stupid. They stare at the waiting gas pumps, then eye a beer sign. They go for beer. This commercial, celebrating drinking over driving, could be cribbed from alt.country’s thesis: “Dude, beer!” Despite what anyone tells you, alt.-, insurgent-, punk-, Y2K-, whatever-country is all about going immobile: drinking and sitting. The big joke is that it’s as predictable as standing in line for fries at Dollywood, as boring as anything country, rock, and country-rock can offer. So what makes the Waco Brothers’ version any more bearable? They understand that country music is not to be dissected like so many frogs in a biology class. They distort country through a worldview that includes both Johnny Cash and Johnny Thunders. And they’ve got the Mekons’ Jon Langford to ring lead, gloat, burp, make bad jokes, and sing a couple. Their new album, WacoWorld, provides agit-cowpunk funnies and proves that Langford makes any music go. The Brothers perform with Blue Balls Deluxe and Mekons lovely Sally Timms at 9:30 p.m. Saturday, May 29, at the Black Cat, 1831 14th St. NW. $8. (202) 667-7960. (Jason Cherkis)