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When I last saw Echo and the Bunnymen 11 years ago, I had hair to match the singer’s infamous mop; Ian McCulloch’s tall stack of pineapple-leaf locks was a totem of the new wave. Now, after splitting for most of the ’90s, the Bunnymen are back with a tempered version of both its sound and McCulloch’s ‘do. The band’s new album, Evergreen, isn’t: Like McCulloch’s prosaic solo albums or the pallid Electrafixion (his Nirvana-inspired collaboration with Bunnymen six-stringer Will Sergeant), Evergreen is thoroughly wilted. McCulloch’s voice, previously a dramatic wail that delivered words like “Cut cut the cucumber/Cut cut the cabbage” in a way that made such nonsense sound sexy and important, has settled into a bathetic croon. And Sergeant, one of the most distinctive guitarists of the ’80s, sounds as though he’s merely along for the ride. But tonight you can call out for true evergreens like “The Cutter” and “The Back of Love.” With Longpigs at 7:30 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $20. (202) 393-0930. And don’t forget your hairspray. (Christopher Porter)