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Over the last five years or so, Henry Rollins’ nonmusic activities have been such that it’s hard to discern who’s screwing who. On the one hand, there are the Rollins fans who have swallowed the righteous rants from his books and stand-up gigs and feel like suckers when watching the former Black Flag singer grunt through second-rate movies and flirt with Kennedy on MTV. Or maybe Rollins is getting the best of his enablers. Let’s face it: The guy can’t act. For better or worse, Rollins Band’s music is still basically the same—a granite-hard punk-and-metal reduction that’s still the closest thing to free jazz most of Rollins’ disaffected disciples are ever likely to hear. But is the music enough to excuse the Gap ad? Decide for yourself. With Squatweiler at 9 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $17.50. (202) 393-0930. (Brett Anderson)