It’s hard to make friends on the road. When local boys Clutch toured with Willie Wonka wannabes Marilyn Manson, Clutch drummer Jean Paul Gaster couldn’t bring himself to call the Mansonettes by their stage names, monikers carefully crafted to reflect the band’s we-digsex-kittens-and-serial-killers philosophy. So Gaster just called them all Steve. “Hey Steve, how’s it going?” he’d inquire, smiling at keyboardist Madonna Wayne Gacy. “So, Steve, have you ever been to this town before?” he’d ask bassist Twiggy Ramirez. Each MMer refused to acknowledge Gaster’s attempts at conversation until drummer Ginger Fish (after Ginger Rogers and cannibalistic pedophile Albert Fish) finally relented to the amiable assault and snapped to attention every time the “S” word was mentioned. Tonight Neil, Tim, and Dan join Jean Paul for the blessedly Manson-free 12-band “Superbowl of Hardcore” at 7 p.m. at the Capital Ballroom, 1015 Half St. SE. $15. (202) 554-1500. (Elisa Nader)