The Geraldine Fibbers’ Carla Bozulich may live cleaner than she used to, but she’s still got a taste for what’s raw. Her band’s best tunes are stiff mixes of yearning and hate stirred with memories of chemical nightmares and abused trusts—cocktails shaken to ignite. While Bozulich bonds spiritually with country’s fallen idols, the Fibbers take to country rather like true punks—perverting the sound of the fiddle, converting rockabilly and waltzes into twangy hardcore, and bottling rage inside mythology. Bozulich may sound most like Gordon Gano, Courtney Love, or Patsy Cline when she sings, but almost certainly, somewhere Kurt Cobain and Leadbelly are swaying as she howls. With Quinton, Miss Pussycat, and Snit at 8:30 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1831 14th St. NW. $8. (202) 667-7960. (Brett Anderson)