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Patrinecrophagia? No, that can’t be it; you’re not supposed to mix Latin and Greek roots. Well, whatever, there must be a term for devouring your dead father’s corpse, and if it’s in a dictionary somewhere, it’s probably accompanied by a smiling (if perhaps somewhat dyspeptic) picture of Jason Bonham. Not content with the Julian Lennon/Jakob Dylan blowdry-bland VH-1-version-of-Dad career path, Bonzo fils has collected a lame bunch of Zep imitators (even including a bass-slash-keyboard player) and set about murdering the Led Zeppelin songbook. To call Bonham’s new CD, In the Name of My Father: The Zepset, crappy would be praising with faint damns; recorded “live” (only if you consider Electric Ladyland a prime concert venue), it immediately reinforces the imperative that no one ever cover Led Zeppelin. The leadoff cut, “In the Evening” (I promise, I did listen to this thing all the way through at least once), features drumming that sounds like someone imitating John Bonham but without the much-vaunted (and inimitable) thud, guitar playing that fatally interprets Jimmy Page through a post-Eddie Van Halen sensibility, and singing that only occasionally rises to the level of my Robert Plant imitation. Still, in a world where the death of Jerry Garcia makes Phish necessary, there are probably people who wish to see this travesty in person. At 11 p.m. at Jaxx, 6355 Rolling Rd., Springfield. $12. (703) 569-5940. (James Lochart)